<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796</id><updated>2011-12-15T03:59:02.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All The World's A Stage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-6584235607234884076</id><published>2008-01-10T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:32:36.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Wellington photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DF4YcxQoNZc/R4cqqwjWbvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aeUw4__7Ibo/s1600-h/P1000138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DF4YcxQoNZc/R4cqqwjWbvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aeUw4__7Ibo/s320/P1000138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154135212624867058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The Pinnacles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DF4YcxQoNZc/R4cqrAjWbwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1jObC5mJP3I/s1600-h/Beach,+Titahi+Bay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DF4YcxQoNZc/R4cqrAjWbwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1jObC5mJP3I/s320/Beach,+Titahi+Bay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154135216919834370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Titahi Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DF4YcxQoNZc/R4cqrgjWbxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fVfH4YA0-8Q/s1600-h/Marae.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DF4YcxQoNZc/R4cqrgjWbxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fVfH4YA0-8Q/s320/Marae.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154135225509768978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The Marae at Te Papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-6584235607234884076?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6584235607234884076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=6584235607234884076&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/6584235607234884076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/6584235607234884076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-wellington-photos.html' title='More Wellington photos'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DF4YcxQoNZc/R4cqqwjWbvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aeUw4__7Ibo/s72-c/P1000138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-359350763875044649</id><published>2008-01-10T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:00:56.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Rhett and I have both been missing home quite a bit lately. There's nothing like going away to make you appreciate the things of home! Don't get me wrong, it's a really good experience being down here and the people have been really welcoming, but nothing beats home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to see the movie 'I am Legend'. From an objective point of view I thought it was a really well-made film, particularly with the lack of 'over-the-top-ness' and the creation of suspense. And Will Smith was awesome. But really, it was more Rhett's cup of tea than mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I have been reading a lot (just finished 'Assassin's Apprentice', and now onto Douglas Coupland's 'The Gum Thief') and planning school stuff. I am really excited to get back to work and put all my plans into action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really noticed how much of 'routine' person I was until the routine stopped. I have decided to start getting up at the same time each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and visited Te Papa on Tuesday and really enjoyed it! My favourite bit was the art gallery section. Got a few photo's but was unsure whether you were or weren't allowed to take them so I laid off a bit. I've always wanted to go to Te Papa so I'm glad I've finally done that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not too much else to report from the last few days. Looking forward to the better weather....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-359350763875044649?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/359350763875044649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=359350763875044649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/359350763875044649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/359350763875044649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2008/01/rhett-and-i-have-both-been-missing-home.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-6794131270244038183</id><published>2008-01-04T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:47:34.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four days in to 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight I am feeling happy, excited, a little tired, and pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy because it's been a good, sunny day, and is now a nice relaxing evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Excited because Rhett and I booked our flights to go and visit my sister, her partner, and my extremely cute nephews, in a few weeks. I've been hanging out to go there for a long time now, so it's awesome that we finally get to go! Also, it will be Rhett's first real visit to the South Island!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A little tired, only because I am well and truly in holiday mode and am so used to not working that doing just about anything is strenuous. It's a good place to be :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And pleased, because it's Day Four and I have been keeping my New Year's resolutions. (Did I call them that?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not only have I been researching healthy snacks and enjoying them, but Rhett and I went for a mammoth walk the other day in a place called the Pinnacles (East of Wellington). It felt like we were walking in a desert; it was blistering hot, and we were working our way through a dried up river bed. It turned out to be an 11 hour long day (obviously not walking that whole time!), but I felt well-exercised by the end of it, and managed to get a couple of good photo's. And slept well that night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have done a plan of when I will plan my school stuff for this year. I had intended to use Rhett's sermon prep time to do all of it, but am getting a bit addicted to daytime TV! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow we will be going to the local Farmer's Market, where they sell all types of goodies that you get to try first, looking forward to it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-6794131270244038183?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6794131270244038183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=6794131270244038183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/6794131270244038183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/6794131270244038183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2008/01/tonight-i-am-feeling-happy-excited.html' title='Four days in to 2008'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-8706903444747552905</id><published>2008-01-04T00:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:32:37.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titahi Bay Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DF4YcxQoNZc/R336ygjWbtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RdT3B_1VPsE/s1600-h/Rhett+Sarah+Hill.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DF4YcxQoNZc/R336ygjWbtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RdT3B_1VPsE/s320/Rhett+Sarah+Hill.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151549294420324050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DF4YcxQoNZc/R336ywjWbuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9h4MKLYrlbI/s1600-h/Dandelion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DF4YcxQoNZc/R336ywjWbuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9h4MKLYrlbI/s320/Dandelion.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151549298715291362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-8706903444747552905?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8706903444747552905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=8706903444747552905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/8706903444747552905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/8706903444747552905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2008/01/titahi-bay-pictures.html' title='Titahi Bay Pictures'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DF4YcxQoNZc/R336ygjWbtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RdT3B_1VPsE/s72-c/Rhett+Sarah+Hill.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-583900362269312509</id><published>2008-01-01T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:59:32.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love Summer. I was clearly grasping at straws with my last post! (Has it really been that long???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, under the advice of a friend (who I am expecting a comment from!) I finally decided to update my blog. At the moment I am writing this from Tawa, Porirua, where Rhett and I are spending the Summer while he is on Summer Pastorate at Titahi Bay Baptist Church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been here for two and a half weeks now, Rhett has just hit the six week mark. The three and a half week gap when I was still back in Auckland was very hard! It made me realize how lucky I am to have my Rhett, and it was definitely a learning  experience for me in trusting in God's provision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, Christmas has come and gone, and we are now starting a new year. Reflecting on teaching in 2007: I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it! There were many ups and downs. Downs were: reports, assessments, meetings etc. Ups: Having a great group of friends at work, sports day, camp, and the kids in my classes certainly had 'spark'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The best thing about teaching in the past year, was knowing that this is definitely where I am supposed to be. It is certainly a challenging and tiring job, although there are lots of perks and I am very happy at the school I am at. I feel a sense of purpose there. I know there will be much more in store for me, and much more for me to do, but right now, teaching is awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am reluctant to make New Year's resolutions as I never seem to keep them, so let's consider these: 'life changes, that happen to occur at the start of the year'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Get fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I know, I make this every year, and fail. But this year I am trying to do it a bit more sustainably. And enjoyably. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Worry less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I want to be less afraid of things (big and small), less hyper-aware of negative consequences, take more risks, and have more confidence. I think I often worry too much about things and therefore miss out on where I could be led. So I'm sure this will be gradual (and fun!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Serve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I like to help people, but in the past year felt a big bogged down with my own stuff. This year I want to seek out opportunities to serve God and others, wherever that might lead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There we go, three is enough! I'll let you know how things go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also aim to keep this updated with what Rhett and I are up to in our explorations of Wellington during Rhett's Summer Pastorate - the female perspective :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm off to enjoy the evening sun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-583900362269312509?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/583900362269312509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=583900362269312509&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/583900362269312509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/583900362269312509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2007/12/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-8598172630043979603</id><published>2007-07-13T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T03:00:59.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I was walking down the road today, the sun was out, I was listening to old school songs on my MP3, and for a moment there I forgot it was winter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be honest, I'm one of those people who gets a bit depressed when the weather is dreary, but this winter I'm trying to make a concerted effort to not let that happen (even though a close friend recently told me that it was a physiological deficiency of Vitamin D that gets us down, which almost gave me an excuse to rationalize it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, join with me in dwelling on the good things in winter: hot chocolates, cosying up under the blankets, getting to stay inside and read, the occasional beautiful cloudless days that are so crisp, not feeling way too hot, actually wanting to exercise because it warms me up, and always having something to look forward to - summer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-8598172630043979603?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8598172630043979603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=8598172630043979603&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/8598172630043979603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/8598172630043979603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-2696768631513998156</id><published>2007-07-13T01:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T02:18:21.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY TOP TEN NOVELS</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So here are my top ten novels, so far! This list was hard for two reasons: Firstly, unlike CD's, I don't own the majority of books that I've read and enjoyed! And secondly, it's soooo hard to choose! But seeings as this is my blog, I make the rules. So more than one book by an author IS allowed. Mwahahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here goes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY TOP TEN NOVELS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. The Power of One - Bryce Courtenay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Magician - Raymond E. Feist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Emma - Jane Austen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. JPOD - Douglas Coupland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. To Kill A Mockingbird - Harper Lee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Blue Like Jazz - Donald Miller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. The Whale Rider - Witi Ihimaera. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Velvet Elvis - Rob Bell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close by:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angela's Ashes - Frank McCourt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Nostradamus - Douglas Coupland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The list obviously excludes short stories, poetry, and plays -maybe I'll do more lists!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll blatantly rip off Rhett's recent idea and say: reply with your own top ten novels lists!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-2696768631513998156?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2696768631513998156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=2696768631513998156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/2696768631513998156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/2696768631513998156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-top-ten-novels.html' title='MY TOP TEN NOVELS'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-1255676009536220365</id><published>2007-04-24T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:37:12.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I got through Term One with very few scratches, the occasional stress melt down and more addicted to caffeine than was previously! And still smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Over the two week break I moved house, relaxed, read Jane Austen's 'Persuasion', and bought and loved Dave Dobbyn's CD 'Available Light'. Also celebrated Rhett's birthday, caught up with friends and family, and even went for a run! (Just the one though....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All in all this year is shaping up to be a good one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And lo and behold I checked my poor neglected blog and realized I have a comment! Hence my conscience persuaded me to post. My apologies for the lack of enthralling subject matter, but I figure some of you might like to know what I've been up to lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So hopefully more people will comment, and more posts will occur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Disclaimer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hereby do not promise that the comment:post ratio will be highly relational, but I will try my best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-1255676009536220365?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1255676009536220365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=1255676009536220365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/1255676009536220365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/1255676009536220365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2007/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-2882101068825180852</id><published>2007-03-21T00:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:45:24.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your theological worldview?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You scored as Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an evangelical in the Wesleyan tradition. You believe that God's grace enables you to choose to believe in him, even though you yourself are totally depraved. The gift of the Holy Spirit gives you assurance of your salvation, and he also enables you to live the life of obedience to which God has called us. You are influenced heavly by John Wesley and the Methodists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emergent/Postmodern 75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan 75%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neo orthodox 64%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classical Liberal 54%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roman Catholic 36%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reformed Evangelical 32%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentalist 29%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charismatic/Pentecostal 29%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern Liberal 25%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-2882101068825180852?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2882101068825180852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=2882101068825180852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/2882101068825180852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/2882101068825180852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-your-theological-worldview.html' title='What&apos;s your theological worldview?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-329799700354195874</id><published>2007-03-15T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:59:19.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your personality type?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ENFP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of this is probably true, other bits are questionable...... A politician? Really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-329799700354195874?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/329799700354195874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=329799700354195874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/329799700354195874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/329799700354195874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-your-personality-type.html' title='What&apos;s your personality type?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-116824986546023499</id><published>2007-01-08T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:51:05.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As of the 1st of January, Rhett and I have been "people of leisure". Meaning: on holiday! The crazy amount of spare time has been relaxing, and strangely unnerving for someone who is usually trying to do ten things at once. But I am now adjusting to the comfort of sleeping whenever, cruising through the day, and randomly pursuing leisurely whims. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last weekend we went camping with a group of friends in the Waitakere Ranges. We all had a really great time, it felt weird camping and still being in Auckland! Made me wonder why we don't do it more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New Years was awesome! We'd been invited to a friend's and had a really cool time, and a little past twelve we mosied on down to the beach to light some fireworks. Good way to start what will hopefully be an awesome year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a little under a month I will finally begin my teaching career, what I've spent the last 4 years (plus) aiming towards. It's a really good feeling to have made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rhett goes back to study at Carey this year, something that he can't wait to do, so that's another reason why this year should rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have made quite a few New Year's Resolutions, of which I won't mention all, however one of these is to learn how to  play guitar a bit better and write some songs. We'll see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overall I am seriously looking forward to this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-116824986546023499?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116824986546023499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=116824986546023499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/116824986546023499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/116824986546023499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-116450742612406010</id><published>2006-11-26T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:17:07.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Retrospect</title><content type='html'>As of just over a week ago, I finished uni...forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some respects the last 4 years seem to have gone exceedingly fast, yet when I think back to before I was at uni it seems like forever ago. This last year at teacher's college was the best year of uni I have had. Doing my BA at Auckland was good, but I sometimes felt dwarfed by the size of the campus, the amount of people, and the enormous choice of what to have for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year at Epsom there was only one cafe (two if you count the upstairs and downstairs counter of the same building), and it's much harder to remain anonymous due to the lack of people compared to Auckland! But that's what made it so good. At any given time there was always someone I recognized and could chat with, and I made some really good friends I know I'll keep in touch with. I think part of the 'community' vibe at Epsom occurs because we all have a similar occupation in mind, so everyone has something in common. Overall, this year was a much bigger workload than I have experienced in the past, but I learnt so much that I'll actually use in my career, and I am still keen to learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching has been my dream for a long long time, so it's a strange feeling to actually be achieving that. The only downside is that being a qualified English teach means everyone picks me up on my spelling and grammar mistakes! (Although I think I bring a part of that on myself ;)  ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, in some ways it feels like I am finishing my dream by actually making it here, but in other ways it feels that I am merely at the starting post. I can't wait to meet the students in my classes next year, I know it won't all be easy but it's actually the challenge that I am looking forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also nearly the end of mine and Rhett's first year of marriage. Again, it feels like it's gone by so fast, yet it feels like so long ago that we weren't married. I have learnt so much more about Rhett AND myself this year, and I feel like we have made it through so much together already. Going to the U2 concerts this weekend made me think of all the significant events that we have encountered together, (eg. going to South Africa, friends weddings, Parachutes, Christmases to name a few), and it makes me so excited for all the things we will experience together in the future! I am so happy I get to share my life with someone so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And coming back to the U2 concert, (how could I not talk about that?!)   ...... wow. What i love most about U2 is that through their music and their positive messages, they really inspire hope and they make you feel like you can make a difference in the world for the better. To be in a crowd of 45,000 people singing the words"In the name of love" at the top of our lungs is an amazing feeling. I walked away from the concert with a positive buzz that hasn't left me, and I hope it never does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that my passion for experiencing and making music has been taking a backseat for me lately, because of the lack of time I have had for just about everything this year. Without trying to aid the cliche, I want to make it a New Year's Resolution follow this passion more actively in the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's compulsory to say something just a tad nostalgic at this stage of the year, so I want to say thanks to all the friends and family who have meant so much to me this year, and I look forward to next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks to the loyal people who actually do still check my blog! I'm surprise myself that I can still remember my password!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-116450742612406010?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116450742612406010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=116450742612406010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/116450742612406010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/116450742612406010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-retrospect.html' title='In Retrospect'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-115528304657375885</id><published>2006-08-11T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:57:26.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey everyone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just thought I'd give you all an update of what I've been up to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The holidays finished way too soon, it's funny how after the first few days it becomes very very easy to slip into a routine of laziness. Oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went back to uni for three weeks, and in that time had two big assignments due in, so became a very stressed out individual for a short time! It was great to go back to uni though, got to catch up with some good friends and play some pool :) Oh, and learn some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently I went on a self prescribed caffeine detox regime, meaning no coffee, 'V' or Coke for a week (which turned out to be nine days, yay me!). And I felt better for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This past week was my first week on practical at Edgewater College. So far I am really enjoying it, although it's been so busy and tiring! The students I have are fun to work with, and the teachers are great too. Got 4 more weeks there, then a break, then another 2 weeks. Then not long til I am qualified!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, that's it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to the dedicated people who still check my blog! Spread the news that I've updated.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-115528304657375885?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115528304657375885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=115528304657375885&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/115528304657375885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/115528304657375885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2006/08/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-115129476556879822</id><published>2006-06-26T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T21:06:05.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holiday Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a strange feeling to be on holiday. Albeit I will still be working a few days, the thought of having "free" days with no burden of assignments, early mornings or caffeine overload guilt, is both liberating and irritating. Being someone who constantly has a billion things to do, means these small windows of relative freedom leave me pondering. There are a few things I have to do that I stored up on my imaginary "to do in the holidays" list, but I don't want to do them all in the first few days for fear of feeling completely lost at the end of the three weeks. For some strange reason (and I don't think i am the only one) I have realized that I find some sense of security in knowing there are things that have to be done, and can only be done by me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the upside, holidays mean I get to see Rhett more often, I get to have a tidy house, I can read &lt;em&gt;for enjoyment&lt;/em&gt;, and don't have to feel guilty for watching Dr Phil (or should I?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've heard the saying "you are what you read", which I tend to agree with. But what about "you are what you listen to"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spent a good 3 hours yesterday dissecting Ray Lamontagne's album "Trouble". The songs on this album all have a certain 'antiquity' about them. Maybe its his voice, or the recording, but whatever it is, I could (and did) listen to him for hours on end without irritation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I say "dissected" because I was earnestly trying to learn how to play and sing them, the chords were easy enough (even for &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;meager guitar ability), but there was an essence that I couldn't re-create however much I started, paused, and rewound. I'm going to keep trying, merely for the sake that I love these songs and relish the thought of being able to replicate them on my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It got me thinking (and if you're anticipating a spiritual analogy then you're right), about the series that we are doing in Cession at the moment - The art of being ekkleisia. Meaning - what is 'being' church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The longer I spent trying to work out the integral parts of these songs, I realized that they only work as a whole. I couldn't work it out bit by bit and have it sound like it was meant to, and even when I learnt the whole thing and played it out in my mind I was still thinking of it's many parts. It didn't spoil the song for me, if anything I grew to appreciate it as a whole. It was designed by someone who felt the emotions being poured into it, it had a pattern which was sculpted so it would portray the right meaning, and it was crafted in such a way that each little bit is so very important, yet cannot create the same ambience on its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe this is what the church is like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-115129476556879822?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115129476556879822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=115129476556879822&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/115129476556879822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/115129476556879822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2006/06/holiday-dilemma.html' title='The Holiday Dilemma'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-114660459092623838</id><published>2006-05-02T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T14:16:30.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1002/1614/1600/Rhett%20with%20bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1002/1614/320/Rhett%20with%20bottle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; WHAT'S IN THAT BOTTLE RHETT??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-114660459092623838?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114660459092623838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=114660459092623838&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/114660459092623838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/114660459092623838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2006/05/awwww.html' title='Awwww'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-114645006906142398</id><published>2006-04-30T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T19:21:09.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small post promises big things!</title><content type='html'>As most of you who read &lt;a href="http://www.rhettspect.blogspot.com"&gt;Rhett's&lt;/a&gt; blog will know...... we now have internet access at home! So if all goes to plan you will be hearing a bit more from me......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-114645006906142398?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114645006906142398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=114645006906142398&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/114645006906142398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/114645006906142398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2006/04/small-post-promises-big-things.html' title='Small post promises big things!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-114470899424678681</id><published>2006-04-11T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:43:14.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This post is being generated from my current paradoxical state of fatigue/caffeine hype, with an intermingling of procrastination to spice things up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In normal Sarah-speak: I have an assignment to start and finish today so intend to combat the late night I had with a bottle of V. I can't tell whether it's helping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But on a completely different note: Here's a poem I wrote in English (teaching) today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wrote a note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                               (Nothing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My pen was a ribbon on the paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My thoughts echoed around the blank page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;           (can)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Knocking into the lines, margins, eachother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The message was clouded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Covered in dust, that couldn't be shaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                (tear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But maybe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    (me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe you could grit your teeth and live the cliche, read between the lines, see into my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And understand the words I just can't bring myself to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                   (away.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it's time to get onto that assignment.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-114470899424678681?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114470899424678681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=114470899424678681&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/114470899424678681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/114470899424678681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2006/04/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-114411609565390144</id><published>2006-04-03T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:01:35.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personal DNA</title><content type='html'>Hey! These are my results for my personal DNA test......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=abvuuXBvinCNuTi-HO-CDADA-a898"&gt; My Personal Dna Report &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a 'Benevolent Creator'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-114411609565390144?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114411609565390144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=114411609565390144&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/114411609565390144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/114411609565390144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-personal-dna.html' title='My Personal DNA'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-114193585075598878</id><published>2006-03-09T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:24:10.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The main reason I am writing this post is because my wonderful husband threatened to delete me from his links if I didn't post soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also I checked my sitemeter, and as it turns out there are people still visiting my blog daily, which means I'd better put something here so that they have a surprise when they arrive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So..... ta da!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Update: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a happily married woman now! Go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rhettspect.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rhett's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; blog to see photo's (you'll have to scroll way down). Married life is so so so &lt;strong&gt;awesome!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have started my teaching course in Epsom, which I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE! &lt;/strong&gt;I have met lots of cool people already, and it's such a good feeling knowing I am finally getting to do what I've spent the last 5 or so years longing for. My first practical starts 20 March ( so soon!) and is at St Kentigern's College, which I am both excited and nervous about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cession is great as usual. I have taken on the "contact" ministry, which is all about making sure people feel at home at Cession, and if anyone needs anything eg.meals, making sure that their needs don't go unfulfilled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will expand on each of these things in separate posts later on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also related to Cession, I spent my first night (which will be the first Sunday night of the month from now on)  teaching in the Kids Encounter group. It was really really fun, (and challenging!)  Kristen does an amazing job with organization, and she still needs helpers if anyone's keen...... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am actually supposed to be doing an assignment right now, so will have to keep this short. But there is still hope for me in the blogging scene!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Catch up with you all soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-114193585075598878?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114193585075598878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=114193585075598878&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/114193585075598878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/114193585075598878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-113533020859036135</id><published>2005-12-23T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T01:30:08.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope Rwanda</title><content type='html'>Just read this on Brooke Fraser's site, which I heard about through&lt;a href="http://www.fritchie.blogspot.com"&gt; Frank.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend you all go and have a look!   &lt;a href="http://www.brookefraser.com"&gt;www.brookefraser.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hope Rwanda&lt;br /&gt;In June of this year I travelled to Africa, visiting Rwanda and Tanzania. Spending time with my World Vision sponsored child Anna and her family in their home near Arusha, Tanzania was pretty darn special, but it was the nation of Rwanda that got under my skin and into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It has been five months since that trip: a long time to have allowed to have passed without writing about it. I think I was waiting to recover. But I still haven't and kinda hope I never do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always recall walking through the village of Kabuga on my second to last day in Rwanda, thinking about the things I had seen and the people I had met and formed relationship with. To be honest, the selfish part of me was afraid, because minute by minute a weighty sense of responsibility was growing and I knew that my time in Rwanda wasn't something I could just cross off a "valuable life experiences" checklist. If I thought of this trip that way, I would simply be a voyeur and a tragedy tourist, as guilty as those who stood by in 1994 as a million Rwandans were mercilessly wiped out by their neighbours, teachers, community leaders in 100 days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I know this sounds pretty heavy... and it is. But as I've since written in song form? ?now that I have seen, I am responsible? (Albertine). Here I had been handed a task for my life and it scared/scares the crap out of me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what can I, a little 21 year old girl from Lower Hutt, do? I've sold some albums and I've had some songs on the radio in a nation half the size (population wise) of Rwanda? I sure as heck don't have global influence or millions of dollars. But I don't need those things to help another person. And neither do you. We just need to care and make that care tangible through action. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next year I have the privilege of being involved in an initiative called Hope Rwanda: 100 Days of Hope. Beginning on April 7, 2006 and concluding on July 15 the global community, in conjunction with the Rwandan government and church leaders across all denominations, have been invited to get involved in bringing practical hope and healing to the people of this nation. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNICEF will be immunising children, World Vision and Compassion will be feeding the hungry and beginning long-term assistance for families and communities through child sponsorship. Professionals in the building trade and education/medicine will be offering their services. AIDS education will be offered to women and there will be prison visits to the 800,000 incarcerated. Homes are being built for widows and child-headed families, and a team from the Sydney Adventist Hospital will be performing open heart surgeries in the King Faisal Hospital of Kigali. Many from around the world have expressed their interest in contributing to 100 Days of Hope? Habitat for Humanity and the International Justice Mission among them, in addition to renowned photographers and musical artists. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Within the 100 days there will be two youth focus weeks, wherein permission has been granted by the Government to host a musical festival and other activities in universities. This is where I will personally be involved. If you are interested in getting involved, find more info at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hoperwanda.org"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.hoperwanda.org&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Additionally, next year World Vision New Zealand will be the support office financially assisting child-headed households like the ones I visited in Kabuga and taking on the sponsorship of 800 children in the Kanombe region. I hope to help in raising awareness of this opportunity for everyday Kiwis and Aussies to put compassion into action and practically and radically impact a life through child sponsorship. I have seen it first hand. The difference we can make is completely, overwhelmingly real. To sponsor a child or get more information about the work of World Vision, check out their websites, which I've listed for you below. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for caring. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WV New Zealand www.worldvision.org.nz WV Australia www.worldvision.com.au WV United States www.worldvision.org WV United Kingdom www.worldvision.org.uk "&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-113533020859036135?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113533020859036135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=113533020859036135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/113533020859036135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/113533020859036135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/hope-rwanda.html' title='Hope Rwanda'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-113438212517831655</id><published>2005-12-12T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T02:08:45.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection and Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We decorated our &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; tree today. My three nephews and one niece, and I. Isn't it funny how your first thought is to make it look&lt;strong&gt; perfect&lt;/strong&gt;, yet when the decorations fly across the room amidst chaotic yells, the branches get a little bent, the &lt;strong&gt;overdose&lt;/strong&gt; of tinsel almost diguises the tree entirely, and it's no longer a tree but a mass of lights, bells, and those beads you made when you were &lt;strong&gt;five&lt;/strong&gt;, that's when you rethink perfection. The sparkling mass in our lounge may not be visually aesthetic, but to me it's perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A girl I work with is teaching me Chinese. &lt;strong&gt;Mei guan xi&lt;/strong&gt; means no worries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today has been in some instances &lt;strong&gt;productive&lt;/strong&gt; (getting some Christmas pressies done) , in some instances aggravating (namely unproductive &lt;strong&gt;phone&lt;/strong&gt; calls), and in some instances &lt;strong&gt;relaxing&lt;/strong&gt; (having a cup of &lt;strong&gt;tea&lt;/strong&gt; and watching desperate housewives). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Sunday Brett spoke about "&lt;strong&gt;peace&lt;/strong&gt;". Something he said that stuck with me was, "If peace is something someone can be talked into, is it really peace?" Or something along those lines. It got me thinking... If you &lt;strong&gt;talk &lt;/strong&gt;yourself into peace, is it peace? Or what is it? Is tolerance peace? Does peace come to you, or do you "make" it? Maybe we should all "give &lt;strong&gt;peace&lt;/strong&gt; a chance". Or sweetcorn for that matter ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peace&lt;strong&gt; Out&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-113438212517831655?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113438212517831655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=113438212517831655&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/113438212517831655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/113438212517831655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/perfection-and-peace.html' title='Perfection and Peace'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-113281957746722456</id><published>2005-11-24T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T00:08:15.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ramble and a Poem</title><content type='html'>I know, three posts in three days! Just keeping you on your toes!&lt;br /&gt;But this post comes with a revelation.... I've decided to hop on the poetry train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I am a daughter, a mother, a lover,&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;woven&lt;/strong&gt; thread&lt;br /&gt;Inextricably bound to a &lt;strong&gt;stereotype&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a grain of sand,&lt;br /&gt;A world &lt;strong&gt;inside&lt;/strong&gt; another,&lt;br /&gt;A role model for oppressive liberation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;boxed&lt;/strong&gt; in, a mere appearance,&lt;br /&gt;I make morning tea, and rule a nation.&lt;br /&gt;Embodiment of mixed message &lt;strong&gt;identity&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am. I am. Am I?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-113281957746722456?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113281957746722456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=113281957746722456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/113281957746722456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/113281957746722456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2005/11/ramble-and-poem.html' title='A Ramble and a Poem'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-113264072851042940</id><published>2005-11-22T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:25:28.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An unproductive Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was supposed to be at work today, and actually made it all the way there only to be sent home sick. Which is probably a good thing seeings at it was raining at the time and it may not have been a good idea to be working outside - as was the intention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I spent the day in bed trying (unsuccessfully) to sleep, reading Velvet Elvis (see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rhettspect.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rhett's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; blog), and watching Bridget Jones 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This left me lots of time to convince myself I'm getting chickenpox, which is most probably not the case but I'll keep you updated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-113264072851042940?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113264072851042940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=113264072851042940&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/113264072851042940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/113264072851042940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2005/11/unproductive-tuesday.html' title='An unproductive Tuesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-113263661164216012</id><published>2005-11-22T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:16:51.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My resolution</title><content type='html'>To everyone that's reading this, thanks for still visiting my blog! &lt;strong&gt;I swear I will try harder&lt;/strong&gt;! The first thing that comes to mind is the excuse of being sooo busy. But in the end I probably had lots of opportunities to blog and didn't. So there. Am I forgiven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner awaits, back soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-113263661164216012?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113263661164216012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=113263661164216012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/113263661164216012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/113263661164216012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-resolution.html' title='My resolution'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-113105825970263895</id><published>2005-11-04T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T14:50:59.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know, don't die of shock, I'm actually posting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well it's been a pretty hectic past month. The reason I haven't been blogging is that every time I go near the computer I feel &lt;strong&gt;guilty &lt;/strong&gt;for not doing assignments/studying. That and the constant cramming of seemingly useless information has made my &lt;strong&gt;brain&lt;/strong&gt; slightly incapacitated as to the ability to think regular thoughts, let alone be able to articulate them in writing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But seeings as there are only &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; hours until my last exam, I am starting to exhale and (maybe prematurely) &lt;strong&gt;celebrate&lt;/strong&gt; the completion of my degree and the onset of holidays! What better way to celebrate than to have a &lt;strong&gt;fireworks &lt;/strong&gt;display specifically for me! (Well...also there was something to do with this guy called Guy Fawkes.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But now I am at a &lt;strong&gt;tricky&lt;/strong&gt; predicament. The end of my degree has meant I actually have to start the very thing I have been preparing for the past three years. I'm somewhere in between &lt;strong&gt;nervousness&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;excitement&lt;/strong&gt;. Like the first time you dip your hot chip into ice cream to see if it really does taste good like everyone says. And it &lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt;. Maybe that's a good omen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Post more after exams....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-113105825970263895?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113105825970263895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=113105825970263895&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/113105825970263895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/113105825970263895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2005/11/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-112829772131609543</id><published>2005-10-03T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T17:09:27.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stuff.co.nz/inl/common/imageViewer/0,1445,206862,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="257" alt="" src="http://www.stuff.co.nz/inl/common/imageViewer/0,1445,206862,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to Whangarei for the weekend for work - both Saturday and Sunday, so it's now Monday and I am sooo exhausted! I was a little unsure about going, partly because when you go on a travel trip you are expected to do really well and get heaps of sign ups. It turned out that Saturday we did do pretty well - 21 altogether, although Sunday we only got 8. The weather on Sunday was crap, which not only meant less people venturing out to the supermarket where we were, but also people were generally not wanting to stop and sign up. The parents of the girl I was working with live just out of Whangarei, so we stayed there overnight and her Mum cooked roast dinner which was yum :) Then Sunday night we travelled home in the pouring rain, but had some good tunes to listen to and way too many lollies. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was good to get out of Auckland to work, as the venues here are getting a bit saturated, but missed Rhett and everyone here heaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum had to go to hospital for an operation last week, but hopefully she will be out by Wednesday. She's recovering really well which is awesome, but still it will be a relief when she gets home and all is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I don't have anything intellectually stimulating to say today, too tired, just waiting for the coffee to kick in! But last night I was subtly reminded that I haven't blogged in a week.... (Jean!) so here it is :)&lt;br /&gt;But because I'm not very interesting, here's a maze to capture your attention...good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 511px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 496px" height="315" alt="" src="http://bobscrafts.com/bobstuff/maze.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-112829772131609543?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112829772131609543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=112829772131609543&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/112829772131609543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/112829772131609543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-much-to-say.html' title='Not much to say...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-112769664232939363</id><published>2005-09-26T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T18:04:02.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching For Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been 6 days since my last blogfession....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I find it strange how Christians are forever searching for our "purpose in life". As if it were not enough to find Jesus, we are constantly struggling for fulfillment. Why are books like "The Purpose Driven Life" (with daily planner and journal), "Wild at Heart" and "Your Best Life Now" in the top ten Christian bestsellers list? I am not discounting the valuable material in these books, just questioning why the title itself attracts readers. It's as if we are expecting our "purpose" to be concrete, and awaiting our discovery where all will be revealed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On hindsight, when "The Purpose Driven Life" was published, I was filled with a sense of excitement and relief, as if it was finally going to give me a clue as to what I was here to do. Instead it left me with more questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course God uses certain people to do certain things, the evidence is in the Bible with ordinary (and mostly unprepared) people like Moses, Esther, and Paul to name a few. However, I think that so often we become preoccupied with searching for our &lt;strong&gt;specific&lt;/strong&gt; purpose, that we ignore the journey God has us on and what we can achieve by day-to-day living. I can only speak for myself when I say that often I felt guilty for "wasting" time when I should have been discovering what God's specific "plan" for me is, and worrying that maybe I'll get it wrong. It's like that feeling you get when you get told you have "unused" potential that should be channeled, yet you don't know how to go about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is no way we can understand God's plan for our lives, only on hindsight can we look back and recognize where God was at certain times. Rather than "search" for our purpose, maybe we should just be led. I remember being told in my 5th form careers class that 75% of us will end up in jobs that haven't even be created yet. Maybe it's the same with God's plan. There's no way of knowing who we will meet or impact in the future, so stress less about if you're doing the right thing to get there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In saying that, I do believe God puts the desires in your heart, and a person with a passion for youth or overseas aid will probably be used by God in these areas. I guess what I'm saying is maybe we should stop searching and hoping we're getting it right, and just start living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someone once told me that instead of praying for the right doors to open, pray for the wrong doors to close. Therefore you can try everything. Was this what Jesus meant when he told us to "live life to its fullest"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am excited at the position God has me in at the moment, and curious as to know where I will end up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although, if I do have a concrete "purpose in life", I hope it's to be a rock star :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-112769664232939363?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112769664232939363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=112769664232939363&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/112769664232939363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/112769664232939363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2005/09/searching-for-purpose.html' title='Searching For Purpose'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-112720829341380271</id><published>2005-09-20T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T02:24:53.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moral of the Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the flu this weekend. Can't remember too much of Saturday &amp; Sunday as I slept most of it. Then Monday drove to uni to hand in an assignment and officially slacked off the rest of the day recovering. Today was more of a revitalize day, getting energy back and psyching myself up to get back into the busy-ness that is my life (whilst in the company of my fantabulous fiance who brought me coffee over in the morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate being sick (and try my best not to take my grumpiness out on the people around me) it did have a silver lining this time. I realized that the world still goes on without me stressing about every tiny detail, that certain things (mainly uni work) can actually wait, and it gave me time to "do nothing" which is definately food for the soul. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait til elections are over and I can stop analysing every detail of New Zealand's political atmosphere. Oh, and rumour has it that Winston Peters went fishing the day after the election instead of working out coalition agreements. Possibly searching for underwater terrorist communities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at uni tomorrow, I hope it doesn't rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blitz.galaxy.org.il/images/smiley%20big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://blitz.galaxy.org.il/images/smiley%20big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-112720829341380271?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112720829341380271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=112720829341380271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/112720829341380271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/112720829341380271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2005/09/moral-of-story.html' title='The Moral of the Story'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16880796.post-112710267321518256</id><published>2005-09-19T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:04:33.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes I have arrived in &lt;strong&gt;blog-world&lt;/strong&gt;, I can feel the geekness start to seep in.... just kidding! Hopefully I can find some interesting things to say in the coming days, weeks or months, mostly this blog will just be an outlet for my &lt;strong&gt;thoughts&lt;/strong&gt; however profound or mundane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is an amazing feat for someone as anti-technically minded as myself, I have trouble even working the DVD, what was so bad about video's anyway? So bear with me, here's a bit about myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was born in Essex, England and moved to &lt;strong&gt;NZ&lt;/strong&gt; when I was 2. So I call myself a "kiwi", a "Pakeha" a "NZ-European" or whatever the politically correct term may be. Since then I have lived in &lt;strong&gt;Howick&lt;/strong&gt;, and can still remember the days when "Meadowlands" was actually that. But let's not be nostalgic, where would I be without Botany Town Centre catering to my every need and want, offering &lt;strong&gt;caramel lattee's&lt;/strong&gt; just $4 away.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am six weeks away from finishing a 3 year Bachelor of Arts, majoring in English and Sociology. Not completely out of student mode however, as next year I will doing a post-grad in &lt;strong&gt;teaching&lt;/strong&gt;. Can't wait to finish and finally be out doing what I've waited this long for, although I must admit being a student has it's upside - &lt;strong&gt;Munchie Mart&lt;/strong&gt;, listening to music on the bus, surviving on coffee and V, and meeting so many different people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As most of you know, Rhett and I are getting &lt;strong&gt;married&lt;/strong&gt; in January, making these next four months the slowest ever! Wedding plans are fun/hectic/&lt;strong&gt;exciting&lt;/strong&gt;/hard. What I'm most looking forward to is living in our own little house with our whole lives ahead of us together. And someone to make me breakfast in the mornings :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have been going to a church called "&lt;strong&gt;Cession&lt;/strong&gt;" for about 3months now, and I can honestly say I feel completely at home there. What I like the most about it, is the emphasis on 'community', so you feel accepted from the minute you walk in, it's grounded, and "real-ness" permeates every facet - from the people to the worship to the cup of tea afterwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So that's a bit about me, but I'd better save some stuff for my next posts.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16880796-112710267321518256?l=sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112710267321518256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16880796&amp;postID=112710267321518256&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/112710267321518256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16880796/posts/default/112710267321518256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasthechocoholic.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally-arrived.html' title='Finally Arrived'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693957837080512121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/196/196843949RL803563484.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
