<?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-2787314606229699219</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:26:46.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara's Adventure</title><subtitle type='html'>a small way to share my ideas, adventures and life with the world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-3368581585620746196</id><published>2011-10-10T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T01:58:37.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London Calling</title><content type='html'>We made it to the Old Country and slept until nearly 9 this morning. One of my favorite things is watching someone experience a new country/culture for the first time. The joy that Jake has as he sees the history unfold in front of him is so fun for me. Speaking of history, we are off to see Stonehenge now. Now that's history for you. I am pretty sure we will figure the mystery of the rock circles today for everyone. Stay tuned for our answer :-)&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how many pictures I will be posting while away as my iPad does not have a port for my camera but I will try to describe what we see as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-3368581585620746196?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/3368581585620746196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=3368581585620746196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3368581585620746196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3368581585620746196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2011/10/london-calling.html' title='London Calling'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-4398960614704145734</id><published>2011-01-09T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T13:01:27.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>180</title><content type='html'>A quick update on my life...I took a year off from blogging in 2010 and my life did a 180 on me. I am overwhelmed with the blessings in life...I am holding them with open hands to enjoy them. I am learning that if you close your hands to grasp or hold tight to those blessings you cannot enjoy them, others cannot enjoy them and you cannot receive more blessings with closed hands. Open hands recognize that blessings come and go and I need to be grateful for the moments I have to enjoy the wonderful gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are interested, my next adventure is found at &lt;a href="http://sarasmagichouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sarasmagichouse.blogspot.com/. &lt;/a&gt;Although, I will probably update this blog on my travelling adventures or other random thoughts that I feel compelled to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/TSoh4Yx8cQI/AAAAAAAACCo/m6Gt6bWAYwg/s1600/PA290024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/TSoh4Yx8cQI/AAAAAAAACCo/m6Gt6bWAYwg/s320/PA290024.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-4398960614704145734?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/4398960614704145734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=4398960614704145734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4398960614704145734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4398960614704145734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2011/01/180.html' title='180'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/TSoh4Yx8cQI/AAAAAAAACCo/m6Gt6bWAYwg/s72-c/PA290024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-5178264271253512755</id><published>2010-01-07T19:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:20:43.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHARTER FOR COMPASSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/wktlwCPDd94' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/wktlwCPDd94'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My hope for this world. &lt;br /&gt;Love your neighbor as yourself&lt;br /&gt;Do onto others as you would have them do unto you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-5178264271253512755?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/5178264271253512755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=5178264271253512755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5178264271253512755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5178264271253512755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2010/01/charter-for-compassion.html' title='THE CHARTER FOR COMPASSION'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-5046302178689642103</id><published>2010-01-03T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:32:10.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of Being Surprised</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009, my theme was "be surprised". As usual, my learnings about this were unexpected. I recently stumbled across a written journal entry about surprises. I wrote this down on paper a couple of months ago but thought I would share it as my surprising year wraps up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Surprise vs. Disappointment AKA blutterbunged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For the last few days, the similarities and differences between being surprised and being disappointed have been aligining in my mind. With the "prepare to be surprised" theme for 2009, I didn't think that might also mean "prepare to be disappointed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here's what I've been contemplating - both surprise &amp;amp; disappointment are usually related to events/external; are both emotional reactions to unexpected outcomes. But surprise, I think, comes from not even thinking about the result or having expectations. Whereas a disappointment is when a different and unpleasant situation came about - not what was hoped or wished or expected. Surprises can be good, bad or neutral while disappointments are mostly bad...although I think we can learn more from them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I find I am often disappointed in people...in their character and actions. I find I am surprised more by events and coincidences but rarely people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I never thought that disappointment was even remotely connected to surprise but as with everything in life, we do not know the future and the only guarantee is that we will be surprised over and over again - both for the good and the bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My research on the synonyms of surprise/disappointment lead to the most interesting word - blutterbunged which means flummoxed and discombobulated. There is an unpleaseant slant to feeling it. It is an archaic word that is rarely used today but it seemed to fit in the space between surprise and disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Perhaps my theme should have been "prepare to be blutterbunged"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyWfyxbCp-I/AAAAAAAAB90/OKAXkgx4zKk/s1600-h/Blutterbunged.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414909821591922658" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyWfyxbCp-I/AAAAAAAAB90/OKAXkgx4zKk/s400/Blutterbunged.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 193px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 286px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maybe it is that space where joy and sorrow mingle that surprise and disappointment meet. Although disappointment is unpleasant, it is rarely fatal and usually makes us stronger and more able to handle the next thing life sends our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bring it on - I am prepared to be flummoxed, disappointed, surprised and yes, even blutterbunged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;Onto 2010 where my theme is "discipline." This word has many negative connotations but I hope to redeem it to be single-minded about achieving my goals - health, financial and spiritual...similiar to athletes who make every decision based on their goal of winning gold or achieving personal bests. One thing I know for sure is that no matter what I think about discipline right now, in a year's time, my understanding of the concept will be altered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-5046302178689642103?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/5046302178689642103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=5046302178689642103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5046302178689642103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5046302178689642103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2010/01/review-of-being-surprised.html' title='Review of Being Surprised'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyWfyxbCp-I/AAAAAAAAB90/OKAXkgx4zKk/s72-c/Blutterbunged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-4840543789676403178</id><published>2009-12-13T15:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:52:32.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that made me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/ErMWX--UJZ4" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/ErMWX--UJZ4" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-4840543789676403178?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/4840543789676403178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=4840543789676403178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4840543789676403178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4840543789676403178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-yoursukulele.html' title='Something that made me smile'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-7137434942193651846</id><published>2009-12-13T15:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:24:00.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am thinking about wrapping up my blog at the end of 2009. I want to focus on other things come the new decade. The decision is not made yet but the more I think about it, the more it feels like it is time. But before I am completely gone, there will be one or two more posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are a couple things that came across my path this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Obama's peace speech...here is a part that moved me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So let us reach for the world that ought to be — that spark of the divine that still stirs within each of our souls. Somewhere today, in the here and now, a soldier sees he's outgunned but stands firm to keep the peace. Somewhere today, in this world, a young protestor awaits the brutality of her government, but has the courage to march on. Somewhere today, a mother facing punishing poverty still takes the time to teach her child, who believes that a cruel world still has a place for his dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let us live by their example. We can acknowledge that oppression will always be with us, and still strive for justice. We can admit the intractability of deprivation, and still strive for dignity. We can understand that there will be war, and still strive for peace. We can do that — for that is the story of human progress; that is the hope of all the world; and at this moment of challenge, that must be our work here on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teuxdeux.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Teux Deux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyWBHe3NshI/AAAAAAAAB9s/4Z6BepXOtpQ/s1600-h/teux+deux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyWBHe3NshI/AAAAAAAAB9s/4Z6BepXOtpQ/s400/teux+deux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414876092526604818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A new to-do software I am checking out. As a lover of lists, I hope it helps me hold on to everything I need or want to do. It currently does not have an igoogle app or iphone app...they are working on it. Will just test it out during the next couple weeks to see if it is worthy of my lists :-). Speaking of tracking things, I am looking for an online budget tool that is easy to do&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;If anyone has any suggestions, let me know&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have started to think about next year's theme and long-term life objectives especially as this decade winds to an end. I am enjoying the&lt;a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/"&gt; Art of Non-Conformity's&lt;/a&gt; perspective on year-end reviews and planning. If you haven't checked out this website, please do...it has some pretty insightful and achievable ideas on how to live life fully. As much as I love my life, I know that I am not necessarily living as intentionally and fully as I could be. In 2010, there will be some changes...they will be difficult but necessary. I am an instant-gratification type person and I need to think more long-term about my life and humanity as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I will sign off with a quote from Dolly Parton...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;   &lt;span class="body"&gt;You'll never do a whole lot unless you're brave enough to try.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/2787314606229699219-7137434942193651846?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/7137434942193651846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=7137434942193651846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7137434942193651846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7137434942193651846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-musings.html' title='December musings'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyWBHe3NshI/AAAAAAAAB9s/4Z6BepXOtpQ/s72-c/teux+deux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-3413483415845229592</id><published>2009-12-02T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:10:27.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up-up-upholstery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Look what happens when life is so busy...I have so many blog postings/ideas and no time to post. So today, I am uploading all my drafts because I don't know when I will have another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I thought I would share my adventures in recovering furniture. I have never upholstered or recovered anything before in my life until this week. My grandmother's old dining set was graciously bestowed to me. However, it has been well loved over the years and needs some work. I decided I was not going to re-finish the wood this year but I definitely needed to change the fabric on the chairs - it is dreadful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have done 1 chair - 5 more to go. Take a look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SxcqiePbAHI/AAAAAAAAB8o/Q4qR5Svnhac/s1600-h/PB280001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SxcqiePbAHI/AAAAAAAAB8o/Q4qR5Svnhac/s400/PB280001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410840249030606962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The state of the chair seats when they arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SxcqjNvWcYI/AAAAAAAAB8w/GtJukfKzJTc/s1600-h/PB280003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SxcqjNvWcYI/AAAAAAAAB8w/GtJukfKzJTc/s400/PB280003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410840261780992386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In process removing the old...the yellow had disintegrated into a fine dust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SxcqjvYKISI/AAAAAAAAB84/-ijd0fRQ6qI/s1600-h/PC020012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SxcqjvYKISI/AAAAAAAAB84/-ijd0fRQ6qI/s400/PC020012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410840270810521890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A first look at the possibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SxcqkMakcHI/AAAAAAAAB9A/2UNRQr71R0g/s1600-h/PC020013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SxcqkMakcHI/AAAAAAAAB9A/2UNRQr71R0g/s400/PC020013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410840278605262962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The final product (almost - I still need to screw the seat on)&lt;br /&gt;Not bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2787314606229699219-3413483415845229592?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/3413483415845229592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=3413483415845229592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3413483415845229592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3413483415845229592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/12/up-up-upholstery.html' title='Up-up-upholstery'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SxcqiePbAHI/AAAAAAAAB8o/Q4qR5Svnhac/s72-c/PB280001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-67914148329313178</id><published>2009-12-02T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:54:02.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Christmas season is nearing. Advent has started. A sense of Christmas is starting to spread through my soul. Last week, I attended "A Christmas Carol" at Theatre Calgary (the&lt;a href="http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/11/ring-out-wild-bells.html"&gt; poem&lt;/a&gt; I posted last week was from the play). On Friday, there will be a little Hallelujah Chorus happening as I head to hear Handel's Messiah. I am taking a friend who has never heard it live. I love taking people to their first performance of this amazing music. My mom did that for me years ago and it is one of my favorite Christmas memories. I even remember what I wore for the concert - I think my mom bought me a new dressy outfit for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, while listening to Elvis Christmas and Boney M, I finished decorating my home with Christmas baubles. However, I have yet to spend any real time contemplating the Advent of Christmas. But I have about 7 or 8 days off before the holidays so I hope to take some moments to truly anticipate the celebration. I am not sure if I blogged about this last year but the &lt;a href="http://www.adventconspiracy.org/"&gt;Advent Conspiracy&lt;/a&gt; is a great movement to re-new the true Christmas meaning. I hope to share with you what I am learning this holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SxcnApKSzZI/AAAAAAAAB8g/GVF_SAWLImg/s1600-h/PC020006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SxcnApKSzZI/AAAAAAAAB8g/GVF_SAWLImg/s400/PC020006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410836369311452562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This year, for my annual Christmas brunch, I decided to do a "party with a purpose" and will be asking for a donation to the &lt;a href="http://community.ywcaofcalgary.com/Page.aspx?pid=536"&gt;YWCA of Calgary &lt;/a&gt;and their work with women and children in need. A fabulous organization in our city. If you are looking to give back this season, I humbly suggest this charity.  Or for my family, if you are wondering what to get me for Christmas, a donation to the YWCA would make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-67914148329313178?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/67914148329313178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=67914148329313178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/67914148329313178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/67914148329313178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/12/advent.html' title='Advent'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SxcnApKSzZI/AAAAAAAAB8g/GVF_SAWLImg/s72-c/PC020006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-9205547948048823540</id><published>2009-11-26T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:22:38.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Out Wild Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Poem"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The flying cloud, the frosty light;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The year is dying in the night;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring out the old, ring in the new,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring, happy bells, across the snow:&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The year is going, let him go;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring out the false, ring in the true.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring out the grief that saps the mind,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;For those that here we see no more,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring out the feud of rich and poor,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring in redress to all mankind.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring out a slowly dying cause,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And ancient forms of party strife;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring in the nobler modes of life,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;With sweeter manners, purer laws.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring out the want, the care, the sin,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The faithless coldness of the times;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring out, ring out thy mournful rhymes,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;But ring the fuller minstrel in.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring out false pride in place and blood,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The civic slander and the spite;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring in the love of truth and right,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring in the common love of good.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring out old shapes of foul disease,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring out the thousand wars of old,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring in the thousand years of peace.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring in the valiant man and free,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The larger heart, the kindlier hand;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring out the darkness of the land,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Ring in the Christ that is to be.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;-Lord Alfred Tennyson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-9205547948048823540?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/9205547948048823540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=9205547948048823540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/9205547948048823540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/9205547948048823540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/11/ring-out-wild-bells.html' title='Ring Out Wild Bells'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-6408903844346868351</id><published>2009-11-24T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:35:23.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefit of the Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I read a line recently that essentially said "...if you trust someone, you will give them the benefit of the doubt. But if you don't trust people, you will immediately think the worst."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those times in life that Oprah calls an "aha" moment - this was one of those moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I realized my lack of trust towards a good friend and that there just may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; another side to a situation. In fact, with this particular friend, I had created a whole story to support my theory about how they were out to hurt me. I used justifications, examples...you know, hard evidence showing how I was so hard done by. After reading that line about trust, I realized I never did fully trust them (well,  for that matter, anyone). At that moment, a wise voice from within led me to call this friend and hear the story. As it turned out, the reasons for their actions and the reality of the situation were nowhere near my theory. In fact, their actions really had nothing to do with me. Not only an "aha" but a humbling moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Lesson #4543* - trusting people allows them the space to share their story. Their actions still may not be right or appropriate but perhaps understanding why they did it will save a friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* random number because I feel like I am always learning something about life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-6408903844346868351?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/6408903844346868351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=6408903844346868351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6408903844346868351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6408903844346868351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/11/benefit-of-doubt.html' title='Benefit of the Doubt'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-8432837617260682720</id><published>2009-11-08T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:42:17.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness= strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Svecgk0IqYI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Cziv9EJOdE8/s1600-h/PA280053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Svecgk0IqYI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Cziv9EJOdE8/s400/PA280053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401958361506294146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo from the U2 concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Gandhi said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;the weak can never forgive; forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. The idea of forgiveness seems to go against our very nature as humans. It feels as though we are surrendering power to another. For me, there is a struggle between knowing that forgiveness actually frees me versus wanting someone to pay for the hurt I feel. And then I think about how much I am forgiven and one would think that would be enough to convince me to freely forgive but the struggle continues.  I was recently in Vancouver for the U2 concert. It was an amazing concert with numerous highlights but one in particular was when Bono started singing Amazing Grace and then all 55,000 people in the stadium sang with him. If only those words were always lived out in my life. Why is extending grace to others so difficult despite the immensity of grace bestowed on us? Here is a clip from the concert (I apologize for the quality of sound and image).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1cc6a696b148873" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01cc6a696b148873%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331704977%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CE8AFE0419A2CBC613FACC15335D7E9520C9F4D.2BEC8535F82C4EDD61CAA9817C7C3F8C8F00E08A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1cc6a696b148873%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnH2zWowB-A_FWCr1iCi-7vekJSA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D01cc6a696b148873%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331704977%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CE8AFE0419A2CBC613FACC15335D7E9520C9F4D.2BEC8535F82C4EDD61CAA9817C7C3F8C8F00E08A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1cc6a696b148873%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnH2zWowB-A_FWCr1iCi-7vekJSA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/2787314606229699219-8432837617260682720?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/8432837617260682720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=8432837617260682720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8432837617260682720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8432837617260682720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/11/forgiveness-strength.html' title='Forgiveness= strength'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Svecgk0IqYI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Cziv9EJOdE8/s72-c/PA280053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-981364222799956267</id><published>2009-10-18T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:55:11.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;During the past month, I haven't been able to afford the luxury of writing on my blog. Mostly my busyness is around work events, wrapping up year-end and getting prepared for the Olympic torch relay (we are sponsors). This work thing sometimes can get in the way of my real life but it does provide some exciting opportunities. Below are some high-lights and low-lights that I may blog about in greater detail at a later date.  FYI - there are no photos because that is another luxury time did not afford me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Film Premiere - &lt;a href="http://www.whatarewedoinghere.net/?_c=1"&gt;What Are We Doing Here?&lt;/a&gt; - interesting film on aid to Africa asking the question - is it really helping? I left the film with more questions than answers but that was the point of the film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trip to Yellowknife - What a beautiful city in the fall. I gave away a $40,000 grant to an after-school program, announced a torch bearer team and attended the Champions for Children Gala. Hung out with Donovan Bailey, Adam Kreek, Ben Rutledge and Fiona Smith-Ball - you know, the usual life stuff. Also had the Yellowknife cultural experience at the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Gold_Range"&gt;Gold Range&lt;/a&gt; bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Girls Night Out - Bollywood Style - a fundraiser for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roomtoread.org/Page.aspx?pid=183"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Room to Read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;". Best event I have attended in years. I go to many events each year with my job and this one surprised, thrilled and energized me in ways I did not expect. I can't wait until next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trip to Lethbridge - yummy thanksgiving food and lovely family time. Just love those people in the 'bridge. They pour love into my life and my cup overflows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mars Hill Bible Church podcast on "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marshill.org/teaching/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - Can't get enough of this sermon. I have listened to it four times now and am filled with gratitude that God is with me in my ache for all that is not right in the world and in myself. God is not waiting for me to get it all together and be holy before blessing me. God is blessing me in my questions, my doubts, my yearning for the redemption of this broken world. Download the podcast on itunes and listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obama's &lt;a href="http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/peace/laureates/2009/"&gt;peace prize&lt;/a&gt; - all I have to say is that peace is not an achievement but a way of living and on-going understanding and love of those who appear to disagree with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(79, 47, 7); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"One day we must come to see that peace is not merely a distant goal we seek, but that it is a means by which we arrive at that goal. We must pursue peaceful ends through peaceful means."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trip #1 to Edmonton (&amp;amp; Edson) - work related  - v. little excitement besides the advent of winter driving on terrible icy roads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trip #2 to Edmonton - a day after returning from Edmonton trip #1, I turned around and drove back up for a funeral. A dear friend's &lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/can-edmonton/Obituaries.asp?Page=LifeStory&amp;amp;PersonID=134522365"&gt;father&lt;/a&gt; passed away. It is hard to wrap your mind around the fact that I am in the life phase where we begin to say goodbye to the generation before us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.volunteercalgary.ab.ca/programs/leadership_calgary.html"&gt;Leadership Calgary &lt;/a&gt;- am fully into the program now and am devouring the reading requirements as we begin to think about our thinking [aka "existential outward bound"] Recently finished &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Deep-Survival-Laurence-Gonzales/dp/0393326152/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1255920696&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;"Deep Survival"&lt;/a&gt; and am currently reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Mistakes-Were-Made-But-Not/dp/0156033909/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1255920718&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;"Mistakes Were Made (but not by me)".&lt;/a&gt; I am really enjoying getting to know the people in the course - they want to change the world. Great conversations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As you can see, I am still alive but ready for a break. I am looking forward to a few days off next week when I head to BC to see my boyfriend &lt;a href="http://www.u2.com/tour/"&gt;Bono&lt;/a&gt;, my sister Wendy, my parents and some good friends. However, before I leave on my short break, I am volunteering for the &lt;a href="http://www.calgaryarabfilm.com/"&gt;Arab Film Fest&lt;/a&gt; and attending a grant making conference. So, just a quick glimpse into my life these days...I hope to blog more often but we shall see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2787314606229699219-981364222799956267?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/981364222799956267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=981364222799956267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/981364222799956267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/981364222799956267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-time-gone.html' title='long time gone'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-8698488058024115117</id><published>2009-09-14T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:06:34.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand By Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, fantasy; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;With the &lt;a href="http://www.internationaldayofpeace.org/"&gt;International Day of Peace&lt;/a&gt; on Sept 21 approaching, I hope you enjoy this &lt;a href="http://www.playingforchange.com/"&gt;hopeful music&lt;/a&gt;. Peace to you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;One day we must come to see that peace is not merely a distant goal we seek, but that it is a means by which we arrive at that goal. We must pursue peaceful ends through peaceful means. - Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You can't shake hands with a clenched fist. - Indira Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.playingforchange.com/player/widget.swf?episode=2" width="460" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-8698488058024115117?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/8698488058024115117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=8698488058024115117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8698488058024115117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8698488058024115117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/09/stand-by-me.html' title='Stand By Me'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-3864608608689838728</id><published>2009-09-08T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:18:33.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a quote today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SqceOgZhcQI/AAAAAAAAB8I/4mD1C1d6pxg/s1600-h/P6170081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SqceOgZhcQI/AAAAAAAAB8I/4mD1C1d6pxg/s400/P6170081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379301514481332482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, fantasy; font-size: medium; "&gt;"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing &amp;amp; rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there." -Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am loving this quote these days. It reminds me to choose grace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-3864608608689838728?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/3864608608689838728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=3864608608689838728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3864608608689838728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3864608608689838728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-quote-today.html' title='just a quote today'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SqceOgZhcQI/AAAAAAAAB8I/4mD1C1d6pxg/s72-c/P6170081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-7609695476732298035</id><published>2009-08-24T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:10:44.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bliss moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Monday morning started out rather typical for a Monday. I spilled my coffee down the front of my shirt as I walked into the office. It did not bode well for the day but then I walked towards my desk and behold, what did I see...a copy of Julia Child's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Mastering-Art-French-Cooking-I/dp/0375413405/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1251169249&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;"Mastering the Art of French Cooking"&lt;/a&gt; cookbook. And to boot, it was a used copy. My colleague knew I was looking for a copy and she had one lying around she didn't want. It made my day. Who knew a cookbook could make a day right? She inscribed it "Bon Apetit Sara."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SpNVLkKO3FI/AAAAAAAAB7o/KWnFERu66bI/s1600-h/P8240009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SpNVLkKO3FI/AAAAAAAAB7o/KWnFERu66bI/s400/P8240009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373732437556649042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The spine of my new treasure - so exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I bought my first ever piece of art. My friend &lt;a href="http://www.seedmoments.com/Site/home.html"&gt;Kristin&lt;/a&gt; does some really beautiful art and yesterday, she held an art show. I attended and purchased. I feel like a grown-up now. I think this is also on my 101 things to do list. Now, I just need to get it framed properly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SpNVMhC5JVI/AAAAAAAAB74/o2m6y-3bcKQ/s1600-h/P8240003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SpNVMhC5JVI/AAAAAAAAB74/o2m6y-3bcKQ/s400/P8240003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373732453900428626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 388px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The color didn't really come out well in the photo but the message is clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on the topic of beautiful and wonderful things, I picked up a bushel (or so) of colorful tomatoes. I will be making another batch of the &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/jamie-at-home/the-mothership-tomato-salad-recipe/index.html"&gt;Mothership Tomato Salad.&lt;/a&gt; I can't wait to eat it.  I am also going to try making homemade crostini to eat with the salad. I am inspired by the movie, &lt;a href="http://www.julieandjulia.com/"&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;/a&gt;. In the film, Amy Adams character, Julie, makes these crostini-like things in her frying pan. My mouth watered. By the way, if you have not seen the movie, go now and see it. Meryl Streep is amazing once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SpNVK8GIVnI/AAAAAAAAB7g/ZpsJoi5k-80/s1600-h/P8240005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SpNVK8GIVnI/AAAAAAAAB7g/ZpsJoi5k-80/s400/P8240005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373732426802026098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And they even taste like tomatoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-7609695476732298035?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/7609695476732298035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=7609695476732298035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7609695476732298035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7609695476732298035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/08/bliss-moments.html' title='bliss moments'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SpNVLkKO3FI/AAAAAAAAB7o/KWnFERu66bI/s72-c/P8240009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-9147469958469843914</id><published>2009-08-10T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:24:51.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa Hannigan - I Don't Know - video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/WSaPbVjcrp4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/WSaPbVjcrp4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this song and video. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-9147469958469843914?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/9147469958469843914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=9147469958469843914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/9147469958469843914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/9147469958469843914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/08/lisa-hannigan-i-don-know-video.html' title='Lisa Hannigan - I Don&amp;#39;t Know - video'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-8295073986985653290</id><published>2009-08-02T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:31:02.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>idea books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana, fantasy;"&gt;I am a collector of many things but I think my favorite thing to collect is ideas. When I was in grade 7, I began collecting ideas in books. Partly inspired by my older sister and partly inspired by the world, these books took a life of their own. The ideas arrive in my life in the form of notes, pictures, magazines, quotes, ticket stubs and so many other things. I am not sure how many books I have but it always gives me a slight thrill to complete an idea book. And tonight, another idea book is complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SnZKy77qZiI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/ajVLmQ1W8uo/s1600-h/P8020030.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SnZKy77qZiI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/ajVLmQ1W8uo/s400/P8020030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365558245000373794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;The completed book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SnZKzZn17_I/AAAAAAAAB6g/9xpxLyB8pes/s1600-h/P8020028.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SnZKzZn17_I/AAAAAAAAB6g/9xpxLyB8pes/s400/P8020028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365558252970307570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;A sneak peak inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, the difficult decision of choosing the new idea book. Many things need to be considered before a book is chosen for the prestigious role of Sara's idea book. I am leaning towards the green one. I like the color. It makes me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SnZLY123U7I/AAAAAAAAB6o/L-58ZFj7gRI/s1600-h/P8020035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SnZLY123U7I/AAAAAAAAB6o/L-58ZFj7gRI/s400/P8020035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365558896204665778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-8295073986985653290?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/8295073986985653290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=8295073986985653290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8295073986985653290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8295073986985653290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/08/idea-books.html' title='idea books'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SnZKy77qZiI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/ajVLmQ1W8uo/s72-c/P8020030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-1454898177232709781</id><published>2009-08-02T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:52:46.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desiderata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SnZCEGk73WI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/ZoFkx3UExSs/s1600-h/P1100097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SnZCEGk73WI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/ZoFkx3UExSs/s400/P1100097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365548644310965602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A friend revealed this poem to me recently. I thought I would share it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Desiderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;by Max Ehrmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Gill Sans';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,&lt;br /&gt;and remember what peace there may be in silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;As far as possible, without surrender,&lt;br /&gt;be on good terms with all persons.&lt;br /&gt;Speak your truth quietly and clearly;&lt;br /&gt;and listen to others,&lt;br /&gt;even to the dull and the ignorant;&lt;br /&gt;they too have their story.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons;&lt;br /&gt;they are vexatious to the spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;If you compare yourself with others,&lt;br /&gt;you may become vain or bitter,&lt;br /&gt;for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.&lt;br /&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however humble;&lt;br /&gt;it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs,&lt;br /&gt;for the world is full of trickery.&lt;br /&gt;But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;&lt;br /&gt;many persons strive for high ideals,&lt;br /&gt;and everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.&lt;br /&gt;Neither be cynical about love,&lt;br /&gt;for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,&lt;br /&gt;it is as perennial as the grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years,&lt;br /&gt;gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;br /&gt;Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.&lt;br /&gt;Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline,&lt;br /&gt;be gentle with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of the universe&lt;br /&gt;no less than the trees and the stars;&lt;br /&gt;you have a right to be here.&lt;br /&gt;And whether or not it is clear to you,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Therefore be at peace with God,&lt;br /&gt;whatever you conceive Him to be.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever your labors and aspirations,&lt;br /&gt;in the noisy confusion of life,&lt;br /&gt;keep peace in your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;it is still a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-1454898177232709781?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/1454898177232709781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=1454898177232709781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1454898177232709781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1454898177232709781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/08/desiderata.html' title='Desiderata'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SnZCEGk73WI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/ZoFkx3UExSs/s72-c/P1100097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-796045677631611719</id><published>2009-07-20T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:16:21.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moonshot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SmUkqgNTgwI/AAAAAAAAB54/Gm3Ysq8SDI4/s1600-h/363736main_image_1400_1600-1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SmUkqgNTgwI/AAAAAAAAB54/Gm3Ysq8SDI4/s400/363736main_image_1400_1600-1200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360731244073288450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks 40 years since a human walked on the moon. This was a rather incredible feat if you ask me. A few years prior to the landing, JFK announced that America will put a man on the moon. That was a rather incredible statement considering the state of the US Space Program.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I don't always agree with the billions of dollars spent on space exploration while people on earth are starving to death, there is a sense of awe when you realize how vast the universe is and how small we are in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People now refer to statements like JFK's as a moonshot statement. An incredible idea with the will to accomplish it. It got me thinking - what is my moonshot statement? What could I achieve if I had the idea and the will to do it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps it is in just taking a small step towards the idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SmUkrHFfU1I/AAAAAAAAB6A/eRVfDt8_5Ck/s1600-h/GPN-2001-000014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SmUkrHFfU1I/AAAAAAAAB6A/eRVfDt8_5Ck/s400/GPN-2001-000014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360731254509491026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-796045677631611719?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/796045677631611719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=796045677631611719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/796045677631611719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/796045677631611719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/07/moonshot.html' title='moonshot'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SmUkqgNTgwI/AAAAAAAAB54/Gm3Ysq8SDI4/s72-c/363736main_image_1400_1600-1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-1941569318466913809</id><published>2009-07-19T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:13:31.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Surprised</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"All of us have had the experience of a sudden joy that came when nothing in the world had forewarned us of its coming - a joy so thrilling that if it was born of misery we remembered even the misery with tenderness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I recently found these great quotes on surprise by Antoine de Saint-Exupery, the author of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Little_Prince"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px color: #000099"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The Little Prince" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[SIDENOTE: I must re-read that book soon so I don't become too much like an adult]. The quotes below made me re-look at my year theme of "Be Surprised". The whole thing about being surprised is it requires an unusual openness to life and a resistance to organizing every detail in life. This creates a good deal of protest from the planner within. I like to be in control and prepare for the next event, step or person in my life. But as I am discovering this year, sometimes the decision to not plan brings unexpected joys, surprises and blessings. Here is just one small example - I decided to "boycott" the Calgary Stampede and not attend any work or personal parties or events (much to the chagrin of friends and colleagues). I think I was the only one in Calgary not doing anything Stampede-ish thus leaving my calendar wide-open for 10 days. Then out of the blue, I get a call from an old friend who happened to be in town for the week and I was free to hang out a few times and catch up - a luxury my normally busy life would not have afforded. Surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This example is just one of many small decisions I made this year which initially appeared to have little consequence in the big scheme of things. But in fact, those minor choices were part of a larger surprise or purpose in my life. There have been so many blessings in the past 6 months that I am often in awe that I still want to be in control. The thrill of a surprise should be enough to let go of the control...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This whole experiment about preparing to be surprised reminds me of the Woody Allen quote “If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans". I started thinking about God and surprises. Throughout the bible, God takes people’s plans for their lives and blows them to smithereens. In fact, I have a sneaky suspicion that God revels in surprising people with situations that seem so far from anything they could imagine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surprise, Adam - meet Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surprise, Noah - it’s gonna rain, you better build a boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surprise, David - so you’re gonna to be king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surprise, Jonah - yes, in fact, you are in the belly of a fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surprise, Mary - you are pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surprise, Martha - your brother is alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surprise, Paul - you are blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surprise, Peter - you are going to lead my church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surprise, World - He is risen indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just think of the surprises awaiting in our lives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, fantasy;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-1941569318466913809?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/1941569318466913809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=1941569318466913809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1941569318466913809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1941569318466913809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-surprised.html' title='Be Surprised'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-4388731571895028980</id><published>2009-07-14T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:54:37.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer beads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Prayer does not change God, but it changes him who prays.  ~Søren Kierkegaard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#321D02;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Prayer is when you talk to God; meditation is when you listen to God.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;During my recent trip, I became fascinated by prayer beads. I kept my eyes open for some beads I liked as I travelled but I never found any I loved in my price range. I did find these lovely silver ones but I couldn't justify the price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When I returned home, I began to look into the use of prayer beads. Many faiths (Muslim, Buddhists, Bahai, Sikh, Catholic, Anglican, Hindu and Orthodox Christians) use beads during prayer. Each beads represents a request or praise to God. Whether in meditation or repetition, the beads focus the person praying on the task at hand. Perhaps that is why the beads fascinate me. During times I dedicate to prayer, my mind wanders to a thousand other things so to have a tool to focus prayer appealed to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The beads are made from pretty much any type of material and the number of beads vary anywhere between 19 and 108. A couple weeks ago, I found some beads I loved. I decided on 33 beads - 30 around the inner circle and 3 hanging down from the loop. 33 beads are used for Muslim, Orthodox and Anglican prayer beads. 33 is also the age of Christ at his death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Sl1EAndnp4I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/XsoXPq3rZs0/s1600-h/P7010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Sl1EAndnp4I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/XsoXPq3rZs0/s400/P7010015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358513909024663426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Sl1EAfC4tqI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ZtbiASwssF8/s1600-h/P7010013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Sl1EAfC4tqI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ZtbiASwssF8/s400/P7010013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358513906765051554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Whether it is listening or speaking to God, people of many faiths earnestly seek God. And that gives me hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I stumbled across this "reverse" prayer on the weekend. It made me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Good morning, this is God. I will be taking care of all your problems today. I will not need your help so have a good time. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To that I say amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-4388731571895028980?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/4388731571895028980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=4388731571895028980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4388731571895028980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4388731571895028980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/07/prayer-beads.html' title='prayer beads'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Sl1EAndnp4I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/XsoXPq3rZs0/s72-c/P7010015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-2459042712721752207</id><published>2009-07-01T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:35:57.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious &amp; Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Canada Day! It truly is great to live in Canada...so many freedoms. Yesterday I celebrated with about 300 new Canadians who recently moved to Canada from 124 different countries. It was their first Canada Day celebration! I looked around and saw the world right in front of me here in Canada; it made me so proud to be Canadian. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, if you haven't seen the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1104806/"&gt;One Week&lt;/a&gt; with Joshua Jackson and you are Canadian, you need to see it. It truly is a love letter to Canada. If you haven't been fully appreciating the beauty of this country, you will fall in love with it again after watching the movie.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I love about Canada is the summer. Because our winters feel so cold and long, I appreciate summer all the more by spending as much time in the sunshine as possible, visiting farmers markets and loading up on fresh veggies and fruit, attending festivals, sitting on patios drinking wobbly pops and devouring quintessential summer foods. Here are some shots from the past week in celebration of summer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Skv-qBRwY4I/AAAAAAAAB4U/Zst_1bistIs/s1600-h/P7010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Skv-qBRwY4I/AAAAAAAAB4U/Zst_1bistIs/s400/P7010021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353652579910837122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;A BBQ dinner - grilled veggies, steak, corn-on-the-cob and tomato/mozza salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Skv-poOcEPI/AAAAAAAAB4M/K5jB8acZe2I/s1600-h/P6280007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Skv-poOcEPI/AAAAAAAAB4M/K5jB8acZe2I/s400/P6280007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353652573186035954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some produce from the Calgary Farmers Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Skv_WZgOsBI/AAAAAAAAB4s/HH1y4dlECNg/s1600-h/P6280012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Skv_WZgOsBI/AAAAAAAAB4s/HH1y4dlECNg/s400/P6280012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353653342328238098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some tomatoes used to make Jamie Oliver's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/jamie-at-home/the-mothership-tomato-salad-recipe/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mothership Tomato Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-2459042712721752207?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/2459042712721752207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=2459042712721752207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2459042712721752207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2459042712721752207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/07/glorious-free.html' title='Glorious &amp; Free'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Skv-qBRwY4I/AAAAAAAAB4U/Zst_1bistIs/s72-c/P7010021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-767871702437184808</id><published>2009-06-20T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:26:36.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lakes and felds and becks  and terns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SjypvxnrzEI/AAAAAAAABvk/Y5ZytB-eFck/s1600-h/P6160045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SjypvxnrzEI/AAAAAAAABvk/Y5ZytB-eFck/s400/P6160045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349337095648037954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here in the Lake District, they have their own vocabulary for the nature around them. I have yet to put the definitions to all the words but I believe a beck is a brook and a tern is a small lake. I thought the felds were falls but I think they are actually hills but one cannot be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This "walk" has been a tough slog. It is not a nice "Jane Austen" stroll in the park like Elizabeth Bennett took to Mr. Bingley's house. No, it is a mountain hike and scramble that we were not properly prepared for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The first day from Ulverston to Coniston was sunny and hot. I was lazy and did not put adequate sunscreen on my body. Three days later, I am still suffering. It was also a long day - 14 to 16 miles (we are not quite sure) which equaled 9 hours of walking. It was a relief to arrive at our B&amp;amp;B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SjyqjEG-TJI/AAAAAAAABv0/PFTorFPDcnY/s1600-h/P6160044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SjyqjEG-TJI/AAAAAAAABv0/PFTorFPDcnY/s400/P6160044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349337976784440466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A pastoral scene from the first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The second day from Coniston to Great Langdale poured rain. We were drenched to our skin by the time we arrived at the B&amp;amp;B. When people say it rains in the Lake District, they mean it truly pours. We were trying to figure out why mom wanted to walk in the Lake District versus a stroll on a Caribbean beach to celebrate her retirement. This 12 mile day in the rain just about did us in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Sjyog4tKP-I/AAAAAAAABvU/AAFBuP5nxXk/s1600-h/P6170070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Sjyog4tKP-I/AAAAAAAABvU/AAFBuP5nxXk/s400/P6170070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349335740340387810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The four of us in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SjyohLnRejI/AAAAAAAABvc/ZN2LmwQV2s4/s1600-h/P6170081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SjyohLnRejI/AAAAAAAABvc/ZN2LmwQV2s4/s400/P6170081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349335745415969330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Great Langdale after the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The third day from Great Langdale to Stonethwaite was up a mountain and down the other side. Going down was so hard especially on mom. We persevered. The weather was cloudy and cool with the odd shower but manageable. The rains came just as we arrived at a charming B&amp;amp;B in Stonethwaite. The relief was indescribable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The fourth day was a pleasant 8 mile walk from Stonethwaite to Keswick. With the cool, cloudy weather, it was the best day of the "walk". Keswick is a quaint town. We are taking a rest day today and exploring the town. This afternoon we are travelling by bus to Caldbech rather than walking 17.5 miles up and down various mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am looking forward to the end of the hike although time with the sisters and mom is great. It definitely is not the walk in the park I had assumed it would be. But you know what assumptions do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2787314606229699219-767871702437184808?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/767871702437184808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=767871702437184808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/767871702437184808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/767871702437184808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/06/lakes-and-felds-and-becks-and-terns.html' title='The Lakes and felds and becks  and terns'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SjypvxnrzEI/AAAAAAAABvk/Y5ZytB-eFck/s72-c/P6160045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-586332762345825419</id><published>2009-06-14T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:51:24.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the lakes</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my time in London is almost over...but what can you expect when the stay is only 3 days long! After our busy day on Friday, mom &amp;amp; I headed to St. Pauls Cathedral on Saturday morning. It is v. beautiful for sure. It was a leisurely morning without too much activity. After admiring the cathedral, we headed to the Museum of Gardening to meet mom's friend for lunch. Actually, interesting story, this friend, Elsie, and my mom have been penpals for years and never met until yesterday. Kinda like a blind date without all the horrible expectations!!!!&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, mom and I went our separate ways. She and Elsie went on their own adventures and I met up with my dear friend Lisa. It is good to spend time with old friends who know you so well. We meandered and wandered the southbank stopping at the Tate Modern for Pimms on the 7th floor bar. Lovely view of the Thames and the City.&lt;br /&gt;After drinks, we met up with Lisa's friend Chris for a few hours which included entertaining conversations, loads of laughs, and consumption of much wine. The evening ended with great Indian curries, a visit to Lisa's flat and a tube ride home. A great day!&lt;br /&gt;Since mom went with Elsie to her place for the night, I had the great luxury of a bed to myself. Lovely! In the morning, I met up with Lisa for brunch and a wander in Kensington before meeting mom in the afternoon to explore the National Gallery and to see Trafalgar Square and Buckingham Palace.&lt;br /&gt;Must run and pack for the lake district. We train up north in the morning where we will meet up with my sisters - Wendy and Nicole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-586332762345825419?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/586332762345825419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=586332762345825419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/586332762345825419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/586332762345825419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/06/off-to-lakes.html' title='Off to the lakes'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-8657376577049751189</id><published>2009-06-12T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:30:25.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London is like an old friend</title><content type='html'>We have been in London for over 24 hours now and I think my poor mom is a bit overwhelmed. With only 3 days here, it is difficult to get a taste of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our first day, we had some errands to do along with the sightseeing so here is the itinerary of our busy first day in London:&lt;br /&gt;- Up early (thank you 2 hour time change)&lt;br /&gt;- Coffee on way to tube station (thank you to the tube workers who finished their strike and went back to work this morning- much appreciated)&lt;br /&gt;- Stop at Mailboxes Inc to see into shipping mom's many purchases back home.&lt;br /&gt;- Stand in line for Oyster card (for the tube) because machine was broken&lt;br /&gt;- Take tube to buy theatre tickets for tonight&lt;br /&gt;- Walk to Sara's paradise - Paperchase - (stationary galore)&lt;br /&gt;- Take tube to National Rail Station to purchase train tickets for Monday (cheaper if bought in advance apparently - no sign of that actually being the case)&lt;br /&gt;- Take tube to Tower of London&lt;br /&gt;- Eat lunch by the Thames (thank you cloudy but pleasant London weather)&lt;br /&gt;- Spend hour following a Yeoman Warder around hearing tales of blood and gore&lt;br /&gt;- Wander the rest of the Tower of London, see the crown jewels and read prisoner graffiti from centuries past&lt;br /&gt;- Meander across Tower Bridge towards the South Bank and browse Borough Market&lt;br /&gt;- Eat at fish! restaurant (yummy tuna burger and waiter)&lt;br /&gt;- Take tube to theatre - we watched Carousel (mom's pick) I am still figuring out my take on the play. Definitely theatre for a generation or two before me.&lt;br /&gt;- Take tube back to hotel where I plan to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted...no wonder mom feels overwhelmed. At least I know the city well enough to get around...everything is new to mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - am using a public computer to blog so no pictures. The wireless access is ridiculously expensive so it is by principle I refuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-8657376577049751189?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/8657376577049751189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=8657376577049751189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8657376577049751189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8657376577049751189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/06/london-is-like-old-friend.html' title='London is like an old friend'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-8722702997029274268</id><published>2009-06-09T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:15:19.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Lines in Istanbul</title><content type='html'>The merchants of Istanbul are imaginative in their attempts to lure us into their stores. Here is a sampling of the best lines so far:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can I help you...spend your money?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hello ladies, welcome to paradise."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hello Spice Girls"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How can I change your world?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can I hassle..er...I mean, help you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you spicy girls?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hello, I am here"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It usually brings out a smile from us. Today we spent our day in Taksim wandering down a shopping street - Istiklal Caddesi and then to the Grand Bazaar. I think my shopping limit has been reached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2787314606229699219-8722702997029274268?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/8722702997029274268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=8722702997029274268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8722702997029274268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8722702997029274268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-lines-in-istanbul.html' title='Best Lines in Istanbul'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-355902386192716123</id><published>2009-06-08T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:13:43.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Istanbul Delights (or is it Turkish Delights)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Si39f-MA2TI/AAAAAAAABvE/Bpf0E-XVk10/s1600-h/IMG_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Si39f-MA2TI/AAAAAAAABvE/Bpf0E-XVk10/s400/IMG_1399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345207058469804338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amy &amp;amp; me at the Blue Mosque our first day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While travelling, it is important to find a balance of touristy activities and relaxation activities. The great thing about Istanbul is you can find great cafes and roof top terraces which provide great opportunity to relax and spend hours with tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here is a quick update of our last couple days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sunday - headed to a Turkish/International church so mom could experience it. It was a longer (than we are used to) service but interesting. Because there were a lot of  westerners it wasn't too unusual. After the service, we met up with Amy's friend Zeynab, walked through a protest, ferried back to the Europe side, visited the Spice Market (which required some shopping) and finished the day on a lovely roof terrace of a restaurant we stumbled across just a few streets from our hotel. As providence would have it, I spotted an unusual store from the terrace...it was full of textiles and old fabrics and I was in love and now in debt. No, I did control myself but if I was wealthy, they would have had a good business day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Si36SJH7DyI/AAAAAAAABus/hzTo_FR6_Po/s400/P6070018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345203522352385826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Spice Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Monday - we took the Bosporus Ferry Cruise from Istanbul up the strait to the Black Sea. It was a beautiful day - perfect for climbing the hill at the end and exploring ruins of a castle. Just before we headed back on the ferry, some really fascinating fog rolled in from the Black Sea....it was very cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Si3542YMPTI/AAAAAAAABuk/BXKnsOQOahQ/s1600-h/DSC04684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Si3542YMPTI/AAAAAAAABuk/BXKnsOQOahQ/s400/DSC04684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345203087823617330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here I am on the Bosporus Ferry - the fog behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Si38dGlaulI/AAAAAAAABu8/AlO9p5JzW3M/s1600-h/DSC04673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Si38dGlaulI/AAAAAAAABu8/AlO9p5JzW3M/s400/DSC04673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345205909672606290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mom on the ferry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Today, we are having a more relaxing day in the Taksim neighbourhood. It has many cafes and is set up for  meandering. Then I think we are going to explore the Grand Bazaar which should be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Until later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-355902386192716123?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/355902386192716123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=355902386192716123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/355902386192716123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/355902386192716123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-istanbul-delights-or-is-it-turkish.html' title='More Istanbul Delights (or is it Turkish Delights)'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Si39f-MA2TI/AAAAAAAABvE/Bpf0E-XVk10/s72-c/IMG_1399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-4914959110000088726</id><published>2009-06-06T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:30:30.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures from istanbul day ht1</title><content type='html'>The wireless internet at the hotel is quite slow and a bit up and down so I will only be able to upload a few pictures. Right now, we are just winding down for the night. Amy and mom headed to the garden to read. I am re-charging my laptop and blogging.&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SiqxvBVzTiI/AAAAAAAABuc/QEgaNaTI920/s1600-h/P6060071.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SiqxvBVzTiI/AAAAAAAABuc/QEgaNaTI920/s400/P6060071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344279329200360994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basilica Cistern - an underground water tank. Very cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Siqxuv-0-GI/AAAAAAAABuU/xQ6afKhbPno/s1600-h/P6060058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Siqxuv-0-GI/AAAAAAAABuU/xQ6afKhbPno/s400/P6060058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344279324540598370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls out and about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SiqxudsizWI/AAAAAAAABuM/tejtC5czOmg/s400/P6060051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344279319632072034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mosaic at the Hagia Sofia of Madonna and Child and the emperor and empress ( i think it is Justinian and Theodora)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-4914959110000088726?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/4914959110000088726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=4914959110000088726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4914959110000088726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4914959110000088726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures-from-istanbul-day-ht1.html' title='pictures from istanbul day ht1'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SiqxvBVzTiI/AAAAAAAABuc/QEgaNaTI920/s72-c/P6060071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-1890249209837648200</id><published>2009-06-06T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T06:20:56.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Istanbul</title><content type='html'>I usually have a strong first impression of a city once I arrive but with Istanbul, there is no one single overpowering sense of the city for me yet. Perhaps I need to have more time to soak it up or perhaps I am still suffering from jetlag. We arrived at midnight last night after a day of travel. Quite tired but glad to meet up with our hotel driver and my lovely friend Amy at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The city is old and beautiful. The weather is perfect (in other words not snowing like back home in Calgary). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We awoke this morning to a lovely breakfast on the garden patio at the hotel. It was a leisurely breakfast with lots of good food. I look forward to our daily breakfast for the rest of our stay. It is more like brunch which is my favourite meal ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For our first day, we wanted to stay close to the hotel as we didn't know how tired we would get throughout the day however, we packed quite a bit into the first day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hagia Sofia - Beautiful mosaics (pictures to come)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Blue Mosque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Rode the tram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Basilica Cistern - I think that was my favorite spot today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Arasta Bazaar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Walked by a few obelisks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sat on a bench to people-watch while drinking tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wandered to the sea and ferries to pick-up a donar for lunch. Yummy street food - chicken and pita. Yumm-o! Now we are just relaxing in the garden terrace deciding what to do for dinner. It truly was a lovely day but I think it will be an early evening as we are all a wee bit tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise pictures will follow. Until next time...I was going to say goodbye in Turkish but it requires a special character that I have no idea how to type on my keyboard - it is basically "hoshchakal".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-1890249209837648200?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/1890249209837648200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=1890249209837648200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1890249209837648200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1890249209837648200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/06/istanbul.html' title='Istanbul'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-1051563415991847280</id><published>2009-06-01T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:40:43.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An amazing life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SiSbqNS8yAI/AAAAAAAABuA/Tb_K3M1in1o/s1600-h/P5300012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;here are only two ways to live your life. One is as though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On Saturday, while catching up with an old acquaintance about the going-ons of my life, I realized I am blessed with a wonderful life. It truly was one of those stop-you-in-your-tracks moments where you become overwhelmed with it all. Even during this past week some amazing things happened - here is a brief update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Leadership Calgary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;During the past year, a number of people encouraged me to apply for the 2009/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.volunteercalgary.ab.ca/programs/leadership_calgary.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Leadership Calgary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; program. It is a program developing leaders in the city to re-think societal and community problems. I went through the application and interview process. Last Thursday, I received the call telling me I was accepted into the program. Colleagues and friends who have taken this course are forever changed. It shifts their view point on their lives and the world. In light of this, I am nervously excited with anticipation to begin this learning journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Calgary 1/2 Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;On Sunday, I completed my first half marathon in 2:19:42. It was a beautiful day to run with perfect conditions when we started at 7am. The sun was just peeking over the horizon and there was a gentle breeze to keep us cool. My favorite moment was not completing the race but the beginning. The only sound for the first kilometre was the sound of 4,000 pairs of shoes hitting the pavement. The syncopation of the sound was so incredible. At the same time, as far as the eye could see, there was a sea of runners all moving in the same direction and I was in the middle of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My friend Christine and I ran the race together. There were some walls we had to break through but we finished strong. I was expecting more euphoria at the end but it was more a quiet pride and a massive relief that we finished the race in one piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SiSXB0foEjI/AAAAAAAABto/IP4DOfcgLxk/s400/Spring_09+049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342561115495207474" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SiSXBtqZYII/AAAAAAAABtg/eZQ5XSEVca4/s400/Spring_09+050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342561113661333634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Pampering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My lovely friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilovealbertabeets.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Claire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; is getting married in July. To celebrate, Punam and I threw a non-traditional stagette to pamper the bride and ourselves. A facial and full manicure for the bride and mini-manis for the friends. It was a relaxing afternoon catching up and chilling with food and bubbly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SiSbqNS8yAI/AAAAAAAABuA/Tb_K3M1in1o/s1600-h/P5300012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SiSbqNS8yAI/AAAAAAAABuA/Tb_K3M1in1o/s400/P5300012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342566207394203650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Punam receiving her mini-mani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SiSbpxwsNKI/AAAAAAAABt4/uS1DGeJFyc4/s1600-h/P6010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SiSbpxwsNKI/AAAAAAAABt4/uS1DGeJFyc4/s400/P6010004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342566200002753698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The results of my mini-mani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SiSbpSoobgI/AAAAAAAABtw/T_ups-Tpjhk/s1600-h/P5300008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SiSbpSoobgI/AAAAAAAABtw/T_ups-Tpjhk/s400/P5300008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342566191647452674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The bride receiving her pampering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Two year anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I received a small gift from the bank in recognition of my 2 years with them. I truly love my job and am passionate about my career in philanthropy. Every day my life intersects with people wanting to change the world and I get to help them along the way. I am truly blessed. I wish someone told me in high school that this career existed. Maybe I wouldn't have taken 10 years to find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Red Snapper - Yucatan Style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I finally took a cooking class. It has been something on my to-do list for years and is listed on my 101 things. Done. Check. On May 23rd, my friend Nikki and I learned how to cook real Mexican food. It was a hands-on class and our portion of the meal was a red snapper yucatan style. So much fun! I will most likely take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cookbookcooks.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;another class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Upcoming trip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Only 3 more sleeps and I leave on another adventure - this time to Istanbul and the UK Lake District. Because my life is full to overflowing these days, there hasn't been much time to fully anticipate but the excitement is starting to seep in as I begin making piles for the trip. Stay tuned - I hope to post updates while traveling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Interesting websites I recently discovered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisisindexed.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is indexed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neatorama.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Neatorama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-1051563415991847280?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/1051563415991847280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=1051563415991847280' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1051563415991847280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1051563415991847280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/06/amazing-life.html' title='An amazing life'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SiSXB0foEjI/AAAAAAAABto/IP4DOfcgLxk/s72-c/Spring_09+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-5931023299277448550</id><published>2009-05-18T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:03:25.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>micro-credit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if I posted about micro-credit before on my blog. I may have mentioned it when I read Mohammed Yunnus' book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bankertothepoor.com/bankertothepoor/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Banker To the Poor." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[If you haven't read it, you need to stop reading this right now and go buy it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/ShIB3R0AZuI/AAAAAAAABs4/6Y1RwpXCxNs/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337330557573424866" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I tend to become borderline obsessive about topics, micro-credit is my newest passion. Over the past few months, my interest slowly grew as I learned more about poverty around the world but recently, my interest transformed to action. I just finished reading another great book that broke down the reasons why micro-credit is the best poverty-busting method. The book is called "A Billion Bootstraps" and it positions micro-credit as a philanthropic investment rather than charity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/ShIB3d5WFWI/AAAAAAAABsw/fz_XaEgeuzI/s400/51bGYGpdusL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU15_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337330560817042786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As a brief summary, here are the basics of micro credit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) A small loan is given to an entrepreneur in a developing country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) This loan will help the person expand their business and provide increased monthly income&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) The loans are approx. equivalent to the average GDP in the developing nations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4) The repayment rate is nearly 100%. 80% of loans are given to women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5) By investing in these businesses, the cycle of poverty is broken and a sense of pride is developed as the loans are paid back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6) The repaid loan is then lent to other entrepreneurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Micro-credit gives dignity to those struggling in the cycle of poverty. Did you know nearly 4 billion people live on less than $4 per day? The need is great. So after reading this book, I knew I had to act. Once we know something can be done to help our neighbour, the responsibility is on our shoulders to do it. We cannot claim ignorance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/ShIB3AROPKI/AAAAAAAABso/EgZmV__d88s/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337330552864128162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I decided to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kiva.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kiva.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; where entrepreneurs post their loan requests and you can choose a project from all over the world. I have provided a portion of the loans to the following entrepreneurs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kiva.org/app.php?page=businesses&amp;amp;action=about&amp;amp;id=109281&amp;amp;_tpos=1&amp;amp;_tpg=1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Evelyn Amoah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kiva.org/app.php?page=businesses&amp;amp;queryString=i+hope+to+god&amp;amp;status=fundRaising&amp;amp;gender=All&amp;amp;sectors%5B%5D=All&amp;amp;regions%5B%5D=All&amp;amp;sortBy=Popularity"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kiva.org/app.php?page=businesses&amp;amp;action=about&amp;amp;id=109273&amp;amp;_tpos=1&amp;amp;_tpg=1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I Hope to God Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kiva.org/app.php?page=businesses&amp;amp;action=about&amp;amp;id=109250&amp;amp;_tpos=1&amp;amp;_tpg=1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Victoria Sogaolu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once my investment is paid back, I will re-invest it in other business projects. It truly is the gift that keeps on giving. I can think of no other philanthropic activity where the "donation" continues to change lives long after the initial contribution. I truly believe micro-credit will revolutionize the world and create opportunity for all, not just a privileged few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Massive poverty &amp;amp; obscene inequality are such terrible scourges of our times...that they have to rank alongside slavery and apartheid as social evils."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Nelson Mandela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 16px;"&gt;To learn more about micro-credit, visit &lt;a href="http://www.kiva.org/about/microfinance/"&gt;kiva's site.&lt;/a&gt; Now you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-5931023299277448550?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/5931023299277448550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=5931023299277448550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5931023299277448550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5931023299277448550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/05/micro-credit.html' title='micro-credit'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/ShIB3R0AZuI/AAAAAAAABs4/6Y1RwpXCxNs/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-2672164567865558238</id><published>2009-05-11T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:44:40.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SgjvPBf8aCI/AAAAAAAABsg/0E-hDXPaT-4/s1600-h/ted_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 53px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SgjvPBf8aCI/AAAAAAAABsg/0E-hDXPaT-4/s400/ted_logo.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334776799999846434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this post isn't about the new man in my life. Last week, through a random link somewhere in the blogosphere, I stumbled across the site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/index.php/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ted.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. It is my type of site...the sharing of ideas - good ideas - gets my blood moving. I have only just begun exploring the talks on the site. Basically, experts in various fields share their ideas on how to solve world issues or just inspire people. Two of the videos which have stood out as my favourites so far are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Barry Schwartz on our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/barry_schwartz_on_our_loss_of_wisdom.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;loss of wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Elizabeth Gilbert on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; creativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;After I post this entry, I plan to watch Seth Godin's talk on Tribes - I know my life is tremendously exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In Elizabeth Gilbert's video, she talks about our creativity not coming from within us but from an external source. She says something along these lines:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Maybe if you never happen to believe that the most extraordinary aspects of your being came from you but rather believe that they are on loan to you maybe from an unimaginable source for a portion of your life to be passed along when you are finished to someone else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This thought really can free up our creativity to just create because it is not just our self that is creating but an external force...watch the video...my thoughts about this will make more sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sometimes I feel there is so much in the world that I want to learn, to know, to think about, to debate, to create, and to discuss. I realize the catch-22 of our generation is our access to ideas and information is exponentially greater than past generations but we will never be able to learn it all. I suppose our option are to either avoid new ideas and stay with what we already know or rather to embrace whatever we can catch from the fire hydrant of wonderous ideas coming at us. I am not sure if you have seen the Shift Happens (aka Did You Know?) video making the rounds. Last week, I was teaching Grade 9 students about the Economics of Success (basically a stay in school/future planning day) and I shared this video with them. It wasn't meant to scare them but to make them think differently. Follow the link because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpEnFwiqdx8&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Shift Happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-2672164567865558238?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/2672164567865558238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=2672164567865558238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2672164567865558238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2672164567865558238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/05/ted.html' title='Ted'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SgjvPBf8aCI/AAAAAAAABsg/0E-hDXPaT-4/s72-c/ted_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-2851812227815303786</id><published>2009-05-03T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:04:49.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mish mash of goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This post will just be a hodge-podge of items to share so bear with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The first update concerns the event which consumed my life for the past month. The &lt;a href="http://www.rbckeeparoof.com/visitor/index.php"&gt;Keep a Roof Over Their Heads &lt;/a&gt;event raised funds for the long-term, transitional supported housing at the YWCA. The housing provides safe, secure shelter for women and children in crisis. Many women are in crisis due to domestic abuse situations. I heard many stories this week about women who found the courage to leave. This is a cause that grabs my heart at its core. With my job, I work with many worthy causes but this one makes me weep for these women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Sf4vcezUn_I/AAAAAAAABsY/Gsv6QRYc8H0/s400/P4300006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331751175204413426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Birds-eye view of the event &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My second update concerns a wedding gift I bought myself. No, I am not getting married anytime soon but this was on sale and I am not going to wait until some future wedding before I own one. Meet my new Kitchen Aid Mixer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Sf4uREA7DsI/AAAAAAAABsI/iCWdtcuFoIY/s400/P5030014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331749879523512002" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Sf4uRSCmRAI/AAAAAAAABsQ/Mgq16vi2EJw/s400/P5030008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331749883288634370" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I can't believe May is here already. Spring is here finally and there is so much happening during the next few weeks. The concept of anticipation is playing in my mind. I came to the conclusion that anticipating something is half the fun. Think about Christmas...the anticipation of the holiday is almost better than the day itself. In light of that, here is what I am anticipating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; - Mexican cooking class in 3 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; - 1/2 marathon in 4 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; - Trip to Istanbul, Turkey and England in 4 1/2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-2851812227815303786?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/2851812227815303786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=2851812227815303786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2851812227815303786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2851812227815303786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/05/mish-mash-of-goodness.html' title='A mish mash of goodness'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/Sf4vcezUn_I/AAAAAAAABsY/Gsv6QRYc8H0/s72-c/P4300006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-360207906294045408</id><published>2009-04-26T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:35:54.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ultimate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am looking for the ultimate organizer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I find in life there are so many restaurants to try, creative things to make, events to attend, meals to cook, music to listen to, movies to watch, thoughts to ponder, companies to research, social justice issues to discuss, items to buy, decor to drool over...basically so many things to do and I am afraid I will forget what I want to accomplish until it is too late (which is what is happening). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have so many lists, folders with information, scrawled notes but the problem is I have no central place for everything. Perhaps I need a Blackberry, iphone or personal organizer but then what do you do with the information you cut out of newspapers or magazines? Can you hook up a scanner to these tech things? Or could you just take a picture of the article?I love paper and the process of writing lists with pen and paper. The act of writing usually causes me to remember but there seems to be so many things written down now, that things are leaking from my memory bank. This memory loss will most likely increase as I get older so I need to find a solution and make it a habit now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Or perhaps I should hire myself a personal assistant...a good looking 25 year old man (eye-candy)...oh, come on, since having a assistant is only a dream, I may as well make it as fantastic as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-360207906294045408?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/360207906294045408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=360207906294045408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/360207906294045408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/360207906294045408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/04/ultimate.html' title='The ultimate'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-2171306276502051856</id><published>2009-04-13T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:15:38.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SePvTRXBp6I/AAAAAAAABq4/_LPtGXbSp04/s400/P4120023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324362298838591394" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is only with the heart that one&lt;br /&gt;can see rightly; what is essential is&lt;br /&gt;invisible to the eye....Antoine De Saint-Exupery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I look at this potato, I could just see a mis-shapened piece of produce with moldy eyes but instead I see a heart. A heart beat up by life; a heart that adapted to things around it; a heart that could grow new life; a heart that could provide sustenance; a heart above all. Perhaps most things in life deserve a second look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2787314606229699219-2171306276502051856?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/2171306276502051856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=2171306276502051856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2171306276502051856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2171306276502051856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-thoughts-again.html' title='Random Thoughts (again)'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SePvTRXBp6I/AAAAAAAABq4/_LPtGXbSp04/s72-c/P4120023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-5900906366875543373</id><published>2009-04-13T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:30:42.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The feminine - how divine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SeQQTB8i93I/AAAAAAAABrY/XUe3d0SPmuU/s1600-h/P5190846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SeQQTB8i93I/AAAAAAAABrY/XUe3d0SPmuU/s400/P5190846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324398578584713074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am hardly the definition of a typical christian woman. In fact, often I do not even identify with the christian culture because it feels so opposite of what Jesus taught. Despite this, I find it difficult to explore some of the deep-rooted beliefs from my past. One such belief is women in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christianity&lt;/span&gt;. I wrestled with it. I pondered it. During this past year, my understanding of the issue has become quite different than what I grew up believing. I do not profess to be a scholar of this theology but I feel my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;learnings&lt;/span&gt; need a voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For most of my christian faith, I was told women could not be leaders or teachers in the church. That was a man's role and a woman should not question this set-up. If she wanted to ask a question, she should ask her husband (which leads me to a whole other topic but I will resist temptation to follow that rant). Women could not  teach men over the age of 18(?!?). Women could be administrators of churches or counsel parishioners but their title dare not have the word pastor in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What I could not figure out is why God blesses women with teaching abilities, the gift of prayer and prophesy, or leadership qualities yet churches continually silences women or places them in subordinate roles by saying the Bible says women should be silent. Isn't that looking a gift horse in the mouth? Thanks God but no thanks - we, as the church, choose not to use the gifts you gave these women because they are not equal to men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This line of inquiry started in earnest last year when my friend was "released" from her pastoral position at a church due to the church's new mission statement which included the tenet that women could not be in positions of leadership over men. She was doing incredible work and lives were changing yet apparently without the right body parts, it just wasn't the "right" fit for the church.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I could write a thesis on what I have discovered about women in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;christianity&lt;/span&gt; and how the repression of the church has done a disservice but not this week. My year of exploring really came home this past Easter weekend with the fact that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;God used women to be the first to share the news that Jesus was alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Marys told this marvelous news to men - their co-disciples of Christ. Why would God do that if women were not as worthy, gifted or equal to men?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I could look at the Romans 16 passage where women are listed as deacons and apostles (Phoebe &amp;amp; Junia [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt;])  Or the fact women can pray and prophesy in church (I Cor 15). There is a whole slew of commentary about Paul addressing a particular issue at the time in Corinth when he is speaking of women being silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The great thing about exploring and questioning an aspect of faith is that you usually stumble across other marvelous things - I am learning about the feminine side of God. I never heard about this before and it truly resonates with me. Centuries of patriarchal society have silences, ignored and repressed the feminine aspects of God in order to magnify the masculine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;virtues&lt;/span&gt;. But did you know...the feminine side of God is in the name of the Holy Spirit ascribed to God in the Old Testament - Elohim. It happens to be the feminine plural of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Elowah&lt;/span&gt;. So technically, we could translate the word to Goddess. How does that sit with your christian thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Gill Sans';"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;However, it is not to say that we should now only refer to God as a she or her because God is not a gender specific. It is interesting to see people's looks when I do refer to God with a feminine pronoun. They look at me like a heretic but in fact the Godhead encompasses both male and female genders. Doesn't that truly explain Genesis 1:27 - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Gill Sans'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; he created them".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Knowing God has feminine attributes has allowed me to draw nearer in a more intimate way. After spending nearly 33 years interacting with a Father God, I look forward to exploring a Mother God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-5900906366875543373?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/5900906366875543373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=5900906366875543373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5900906366875543373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5900906366875543373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/04/feminine-how-divine.html' title='The feminine - how divine'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SeQQTB8i93I/AAAAAAAABrY/XUe3d0SPmuU/s72-c/P5190846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-8217561570111603928</id><published>2009-04-12T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:44:31.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Show the Way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by David Wilcox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say you see no hope, you say you see no reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We should dream that the world would ever change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’re saying love is foolish to believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;‘Cause there’ll always be some crazy with an Army or a knife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To wake you from your day dream, put the fear back in your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look, if someone wrote a play just to glorify&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What’s stronger than hate, would they not arrange the stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To look as if the hero came too late, he’s almost in defeat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s looking like the Evil side will win, so on the Edge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of every seat, from the moment that the whole thing begins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love that mixed the mortar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it’s love who stacked these stones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it’s love who made the stage here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although it looks like we’re alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this scene set in shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the night is here to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is evil cast around us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it’s love that wrote this play…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-8217561570111603928?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/8217561570111603928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=8217561570111603928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8217561570111603928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8217561570111603928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-love.html' title='It is Love'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-5233639093403478748</id><published>2009-04-02T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:31:59.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);   font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. ~Hal Borland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That quote gives me hope. I am just about sick of winter this year. It feels like as soon as we get a taste of spring, winter hits with a vengeance. As I am in training for a 1/2 marathon, I truly enjoy the spring days because I love running outside. It is so dis-heartening to wake up and see 10 cm of white snow. I do admit it is beautiful but I am done with it. The pictures below are on my balcony and I think they show how the weather goes warm and cold and warm and cold; melt and freeze, melt and freeze. Enough already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);  font-family:verdana;"&gt;Awake, thou wintry earth -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);  font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fling off thy sadness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your ancient gladness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2);"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SdV0WKqDFRI/AAAAAAAABqo/fY0-a6odnM0/s400/P4020016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320286458974770450" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SdV0WVKcx7I/AAAAAAAABqw/o2X6PKxKKiQ/s400/P4020017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320286461795026866" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SdV0V0Xfg8I/AAAAAAAABqg/ySxn8_WcDP0/s400/P4020018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320286452991361986" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-5233639093403478748?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/5233639093403478748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=5233639093403478748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5233639093403478748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5233639093403478748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SdV0WKqDFRI/AAAAAAAABqo/fY0-a6odnM0/s72-c/P4020016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-552794411034814784</id><published>2009-03-15T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:38:58.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Stuff</title><content type='html'>Still exploring the ideas of simplicity but came across this interesting video about all the stuff we have and some theories on why we think we need it. It is called the &lt;a href="http://www.storyofstuff.com/"&gt;Story of Stuff &lt;/a&gt;- definitely made me stop and think about what I consume, what I pay for things, and their importance in my life.&lt;div&gt;I often tell people not to worry about food spills on my couch because it is just a thing. I often buy the cheaper option because I figure it will break or I will lose it anyhow so best not to invest much in it. After seeing this video, I wonder if my attitude was a bit skewed. Regardless, I never want things to take a higher priority than people but perhaps I need to take a less carefree attitude and try to keep my things in better shape and not just throw them out when worn or temporarily broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I wonder how living simply is connected to living sustainably. There are a lot of resources on how small steps to reduce your impact on the environment but there are a few suggestions, I am just not ready to embrace...such as - air travel and print newspaper &amp;amp; magazines (love to flip pages).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still just trying to figure out what I need to do in my small life here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-552794411034814784?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/552794411034814784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=552794411034814784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/552794411034814784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/552794411034814784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-of-stuff.html' title='The Story of Stuff'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-2381794161615964552</id><published>2009-03-08T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:24:43.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenten Meditations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SbRcx05fRpI/AAAAAAAABp4/R_NrggFR7Fw/s1600-h/P5190843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SbRcx05fRpI/AAAAAAAABp4/R_NrggFR7Fw/s400/P5190843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310971871659771538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Like so many Christian traditions, the practise of Lent is not found in the Bible. There is no "how-to-do-lent-for-dummies" manual hidden amongst the minor prophets. Growing up without the traditional church calendar allows me to meditate on these liturgical practices with freshness. For many, observing Lent requires a sacrifice of something they love - chocolate, alcohol, swearing, sarcasm - as a symbol of walking with Jesus in his suffering. However, as Lent approached, the idea to give up something in particular didn't really happened but rather, I felt the need to journey through a lenten meditation of sorts. I have begun to mull over the idea of living simply. Here is where my meditations are taking me...I will ask your forgiveness ahead of time as this post may be a bit of a ramble. I am still forming these thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Beyond the consumerism excess that we are surrounded by, I thought about the other things that hinder living simply. Here are some indulgences I hold onto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- the hoarding of grudges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- the collection of worries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- the rationing of self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- the stinginess of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- the scrimping of grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- the squandering of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- the depriving of talents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is distressing to consider my own excesses of life and the skewed priorites. All of the attitudes listed above impact my desire and ability to live a simple life. As I contemplate what it means to have a simple life but yet to have it abundantly as Jesus gives to us through truth, I came to a question. Although the words abundant and excess are used as synonyms so often, they may be further apart in definition than we think. Isn't living simply actually more closely connected to living an abundant life because having an abundant life is not about your possessions but rather the joy and love in life? I wonder what my life would look like if I threw caution to the wind and:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- forgave the grudges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- released the worries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- gave more of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- distributed love more freely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- allowed grace to guide my decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- become intentional with my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- offered my talents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Perhaps the simple and abundant life is less about me and more about others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In a complete change of topic, be sure to celebrate the International Women's Day today. The equality of women around the world will ensure the alleviation of extreme poverty and end violence against women and children. For those of us who know freedom and experience it daily, we have an obligation to speak out for our sisters who do not have a voice. For more information, visit the&lt;a href="http://www.un.org/events/women/iwd/2009/"&gt; UN site.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-2381794161615964552?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/2381794161615964552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=2381794161615964552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2381794161615964552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2381794161615964552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/03/lenten-meditations.html' title='Lenten Meditations'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SbRcx05fRpI/AAAAAAAABp4/R_NrggFR7Fw/s72-c/P5190843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-3156162583547391985</id><published>2009-03-01T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:26:05.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A legacy of sorts</title><content type='html'>I am the keeper of my Grandma Bateman's recipe box. After a conversation with my aunt, I have been contemplating sharing them online. On a weekly basis, I will post a recipe from her collection. If you are interested, check out:  &lt;a href="http://grandmabatemansrecipes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://grandmabatemansrecipes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-3156162583547391985?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/3156162583547391985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=3156162583547391985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3156162583547391985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3156162583547391985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/03/legacy-of-sorts.html' title='A legacy of sorts'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-2747070577686067749</id><published>2009-03-01T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:48:22.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February updates</title><content type='html'>Despite being consumed with buying a new car, I still managed to fill my life with all sorts of fun things this past month. Did February just fly by v. quickly for everyone or is it just me? I was supposed to get into full 1/2 marathon training this month but have just really started this past week. Today, I did a 9.5 km run by the Bow River...it was a mild day and one of those days that make you hopeful that spring will indeed arrive. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SatG6j1N4TI/AAAAAAAABpc/NfuQftxMvOw/s400/P3010044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308414557651067186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These shoes will begin to look a lot worse as we near May. But if I stick to the training schedule, I should be able to run that evil 21 km on May 31. My co-runner, Christine, shared this great motivating quote - "One day I will not be able to do this. Today is not that day." I need to remind myself that I have my health and can run so must enjoy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Valentine's Day weekend, I was surrounded by love. Friday evening to Sunday afternoon, I stayed at a cabin in the foothills with a group of wonderful people. We basically ate great food, drank quite a bit of wine but most of all, just enjoyed being away from the busyness of life. It was lovely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SatG6ZEtbpI/AAAAAAAABpU/_mfvObINQ6k/s400/heartland.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308414554763259538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last weekend, I had the opportunity to help my friend, Punam, with her newest film production. We interviewed people who excel at their chosen trade. It is a new film called Vocare and it is about finding your voice and passion within your vocation. I will keep you posted. But if you would like to see information about her last film &lt;a href="http://www.thelessonfilm.com/Home_Page.html"&gt;The Lesson&lt;/a&gt;, follow the link. Or if you are on Facebook, join for Punamarts for updates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also in this past month, I enjoyed the most wonderful of all massages at &lt;a href="http://www.thesparitual.com/about_us/index.php"&gt;The Spa Ritual&lt;/a&gt; - a hot stone massage. I actually relaxed which for me is no small feat. I am almost never relaxed (must work on that!!) I need to go back...it is like crack. Once you have this massage, nothing will ever compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we are already a full day into March...I wonder what it will hold. I will attempt to update more often or at least as the Spirit moves :-).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-2747070577686067749?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/2747070577686067749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=2747070577686067749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2747070577686067749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2747070577686067749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/03/february-updates.html' title='February updates'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SatG6j1N4TI/AAAAAAAABpc/NfuQftxMvOw/s72-c/P3010044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-6258005901039165456</id><published>2009-03-01T16:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:25:14.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>negligence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So, I have been negligent in keeping my blog updated.  It has been a crazy few weeks as I dealt with the purchase of a new car. I am now the proud new owner of a Toyota Yaris. And for the first time in many years, I feel the need to name my car - I guess it is a welcoming gesture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Meet "Petunia"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SatCPGf_6DI/AAAAAAAABo8/X_wgQhuTnB0/s400/P3010026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308409412996556850" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SatCPgHf7vI/AAAAAAAABpE/KggDPfhNG9E/s400/P3010031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308409419873119986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Having a car in Calgary is almost an essential thing. Getting to work on transit is fine but it is the rest of your life that is difficult to do without a vehicle. And the city of calgary does not make taking transit all that affordable; they need to decide if they want their citizens to be car people or public transit friendly. Ok, enough ranting for today. If you are in the Calgary area, I hope to introduce you to Petunia - she is v. lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Because I commit to blogging once a week, and obviously I did fulfill my commitment during the past 3 weeks, I am going to do three separate posts for my thoughts and activities for February. This post about Petunia- and  obviously post number 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-6258005901039165456?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/6258005901039165456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=6258005901039165456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6258005901039165456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6258005901039165456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/03/negligence.html' title='negligence'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SatCPGf_6DI/AAAAAAAABo8/X_wgQhuTnB0/s72-c/P3010026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-4108762193900285665</id><published>2009-02-10T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:44:56.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the great adult dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I currently own a car...and have had a great relationship with it for the past 8 1/2 years. It has been faithful and reliable. However, as old age begins to set-in, things are starting to go awry. The back brakes need replacing, the fan only works on high, the gas gauge has good days and bad days and now the fuel pump has failed. This reliable car left me stranded on the roadside last night...I was not impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the light of day, I realized this car is really only worth $2500. My dilemma is whether or not to put $2000 into fixing it. This may be just the beginning of many fixes before the old car drives itself into the ground. Or alternatively, do I purchase a new car for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am contemplating a small car and currently the Toyota Yaris, smartfortwo, Honda Fit &amp;amp; Chev Aveo are in the running. Although Honda and Toyota are definitely on the tops. My service guy (at the GM dealership) told me I should buy Japanese - ironically. What is a girl to do? New car or sink money into an old car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://E870FE99-24F8-48B7-8989-73A7435494F4/3MC%20PURE.JPG.jpg" alt="3MC PURE.JPG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://04F045DB-5653-4EA8-A29F-1E13339456A2/3HA.JPG.jpg" alt="3HA.JPG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://58758F52-02D3-490F-B459-902D4818F55A/5HA%20DX.JPG.jpg" alt="5HA DX.JPG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://DD9213EA-8F74-4BBF-8A67-E9A273294B1E/4SA%20LS.JPG.jpg" alt="4SA LS.JPG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think I know what I will end up doing...but my wisdom detection system may be failing me tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-4108762193900285665?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/4108762193900285665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=4108762193900285665' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4108762193900285665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4108762193900285665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-adult-dilemma.html' title='the great adult dilemma'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-9052188815981402559</id><published>2009-02-01T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:36:58.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A perfect day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SYZqHkFyfpI/AAAAAAAABos/n9buRclguG4/s1600-h/P8100059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SYZqHkFyfpI/AAAAAAAABos/n9buRclguG4/s400/P8100059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298038689827552914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oday was a perfect day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- a lazy morning allowing the sun to wake me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- a yummy brunch at a new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecoup.ca/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;restaurant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with a great soul friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- ideal winter weather - sunny and 0 degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- shopping in my favourite stores along 17th Avenue and finding treasures along the way (4 "new" used books from F&lt;a href="http://www.fairsfair.com/"&gt;airs Fair Bookstore &lt;/a&gt;- I love the smell of bookstores!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- reading the NY Times with good music, snacks and a beverage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- making cornbread and chili for dinner (yummmm!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- talking to my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- spending time in silence with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- listening to Bruce Springsteen's new album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brucespringsteen.net/albums/workingonadream.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Working On A Dream"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A perfect day!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-9052188815981402559?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/9052188815981402559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=9052188815981402559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/9052188815981402559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/9052188815981402559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-day.html' title='A perfect day'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SYZqHkFyfpI/AAAAAAAABos/n9buRclguG4/s72-c/P8100059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-6020650085174162052</id><published>2009-01-26T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:12:41.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is messy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SX6Jkeq2JQI/AAAAAAAABoE/uNR-4WcBVuk/s1600-h/800px-Mud_closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SX6Jkeq2JQI/AAAAAAAABoE/uNR-4WcBVuk/s400/800px-Mud_closeup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295821471635350786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A few days ago, I ran into an old friend. I could sense she was carrying a huge weight on her soul. When I asked her how she was, she shared through tears that she keeps messing up her life and she can't seem to move on. She kept thinking she needed to become a better person or get her act together in order to move forward. It broke my heart that she was hating herself for the choices she made. She felt she was not good enough for the life she desired. She was unable to extend grace and forgiveness to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about the messiness of life and how so many beautiful things come from messes - when renovating a home, things must be torn down first; when an artist creates a vase, their hands must work the mucky clay; and it is with manure that the most beautiful gardens grow. In fact, I think most things of beauty come out of chaos and mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in the messiness of life that God does the best work. Life is rarely what we think it will be. We rarely know the answers when we are faced with a decision. But faith is knowing that when we do take a step into the unknown, we are not alone regardless of the outcomes or the messiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems we should not necessarily blame ourselves for the messes we find ourselves in sometimes. Life is messy. Blaming yourself is not from God but from the darkness that seeks to steal the joy and love that is rightfully yours. I truly believe that God is not waiting for us to have a clean and ordered life before blessing it or revealing our life's purpose. God is working in my mess right now. That gives me great hope because it is in life's disorder that God's grace and joy are so evident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember as children, we thrived on making messes, (just ask my mom). I often didn't worry about the mess because I was so excited about what I was creating. As adults we should not fear the mess but revel in it. Make mud pies or a sculpture from the muck you find yourself stuck in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember above all else that we are loved by God because of our beautiful messiness! That is grace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-6020650085174162052?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/6020650085174162052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=6020650085174162052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6020650085174162052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6020650085174162052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-messy.html' title='life is messy'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SX6Jkeq2JQI/AAAAAAAABoE/uNR-4WcBVuk/s72-c/800px-Mud_closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-5772386626299439403</id><published>2009-01-15T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:50:16.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I left my heart in San Francisco (not really)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just returned from a small vacation down in the San Francisco area visiting my sister and her family. It was a lovely (yes, Nicole, I used that word just for you!) time with the niece and nephew...they are so fun and defiant all at the same time. We did lots of family things like playing in the backyard, reading books, playing games and goofing off. For a full update, check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deliajude.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nicole's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; blog. Here are some of my pics from the trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SXAO5UBbvLI/AAAAAAAABnY/Bv2BXheKvy0/s1600-h/P1100070.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SXAQYZNlvVI/AAAAAAAABng/qUWP5pNQLUM/s400/P1100098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291747573431123282" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a sunset on the ocean...is there anything more beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SXAO5UBbvLI/AAAAAAAABnY/Bv2BXheKvy0/s1600-h/P1100070.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SXAO5UBbvLI/AAAAAAAABnY/Bv2BXheKvy0/s400/P1100070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291745939950386354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My sister and her new baby, Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SXAO5EcywgI/AAAAAAAABnQ/5kCdpGsmVxY/s1600-h/P1100110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SXAO5EcywgI/AAAAAAAABnQ/5kCdpGsmVxY/s400/P1100110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291745935770173954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My sister and her daughter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SXAO4RO9sKI/AAAAAAAABnI/1SOIyRobacs/s1600-h/P1100055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SXAO4RO9sKI/AAAAAAAABnI/1SOIyRobacs/s400/P1100055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291745922021961890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;An elephant seal and my lovely niece and nephew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SXAO4JUGFTI/AAAAAAAABnA/vZNGqNYvfuY/s1600-h/P1090021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SXAO4JUGFTI/AAAAAAAABnA/vZNGqNYvfuY/s400/P1090021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291745919895999794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you see what I see? Cordelia in a lemon tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-5772386626299439403?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/5772386626299439403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=5772386626299439403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5772386626299439403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5772386626299439403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-left-my-heart-in-san-francisco-not.html' title='I left my heart in San Francisco (not really)'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SXAQYZNlvVI/AAAAAAAABng/qUWP5pNQLUM/s72-c/P1100098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-6713909786329037846</id><published>2009-01-14T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:44:39.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Use words not fists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Rjw0CnjlOz0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Rjw0CnjlOz0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just returned from a wonderful visit with my sister, Nicole and her family in San Francisco. I have to admit, I do have a soft spot in my heart for my niece. Right now, she is learning about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr and she really understands what he did for civil rights. While we were reading a book about Dr. King, she turned to me and said, "Aunty Sara, Dr. King did not use his fists, he used his words to change people."  How true...what is it they say about words from the mouths of babes??!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-6713909786329037846?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/6713909786329037846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=6713909786329037846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6713909786329037846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6713909786329037846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2009/01/use-words-not-fists.html' title='Use words not fists'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-8622973091712974374</id><published>2008-12-28T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:47:35.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more substantial update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The year is over and 2009 is already a week old. I was ready to close the door on 2008 as it contained some dark hours of immense sorrow. However, there were days of joy and life especially as the year ended. December was a wonderful month as I took time to really enjoy the advent of Christmas - A time for hope and the realization that hope is not the enemy when disappointments come but hope is what gives us strength to hold on for a more perfect tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For the first time in years, I was ready for the holidays a week prior and anxiously awaited them just like my 6-year old self. In preparation of the holidays, I attended The Nutcracker Ballet, A Christmas Carol play, attended a handful of Christmas parties, and threw my annual holiday brunch. There is something that happens at this time of year where people do open their hearts and minds just a bit wider and allow grace and love to enter. This year, I also coordinated a gift drive for women and their children escaping domestic violence. We took the gifts to the shelter with holiday baking and had a Christmas party with them. If anything, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am blessed in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, as with each year, I find a theme to meditate on. For 2009, it is "be surprised." I don't really know what that means but it probably has to do with me letting go of controlling everything and just letting life be what it is or will be. But as I found with my "peace" theme last year, it will be revealed to me through many strange coincidences and events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2009 is starting off with excitement as I am heading off to San Francisco to visit my dear beloved's down there. It was one of those "surprises" I didn't know was going to happen. I am truly looking forward to the trip and not just because I can shop at Target and Anthropologie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The year also holds some adventure. I have signed up for my 1/2 marathon in May (I have the race date correct &amp;amp; have running buddies to get me to the race on the right day). I also plan to travel to Turkey with my lovely mother and then do a walking tour of England with my mom and my sisters in June. I am thrilled about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One thing I do know is that regardless of what 2009 holds is that I have people who love me that are willing to walk beside me through life. Below is a picture of two girlfriends that I have learned to appreciate and love on a whole new level this year. My heart is full of gratitude for the friendship they offer me - Thank you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SVgrqPnHuII/AAAAAAAABmk/olduH_2lTew/s400/PC060001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285022167464392834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cc, me &amp;amp; pk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-8622973091712974374?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/8622973091712974374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=8622973091712974374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8622973091712974374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8622973091712974374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-substantial-update.html' title='more substantial update'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SVgrqPnHuII/AAAAAAAABmk/olduH_2lTew/s72-c/PC060001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-2864616981106492225</id><published>2008-12-26T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:07:45.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a wee update</title><content type='html'>Just returned from a most wonderful couple of days with some of the most wonderful people I know down in Lethbridge. Christmas was fabulous and even more fabulous is my new MacBook. I am in the process of getting to know "mac"...we are in the courtship stage if you will. I am trying to figure out my pictures, music, bookmarks and all the other shortcuts that were conveniently saved on my pc. It is just nice to have a keyboard that types again so I will share thoughts and pictures soon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-2864616981106492225?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/2864616981106492225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=2864616981106492225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2864616981106492225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2864616981106492225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/12/wee-update.html' title='a wee update'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-4825401314614055145</id><published>2008-12-24T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:13:58.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rebel Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEC7d5jbAbo"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jackson Browne's "The Rebel Jesus." &lt;/span&gt; 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--&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All the streets are filled with laughter and light&lt;br /&gt;And the music of the season&lt;br /&gt;And the merchants' windows are all bright&lt;br /&gt;With the faces of the children&lt;br /&gt;And the families hurrying to their homes&lt;br /&gt;As the sky darkens and freezes&lt;br /&gt;Will be gathering around the hearths and tales&lt;br /&gt;Giving thanks of God's graces&lt;br /&gt;And the birth of the rebel Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they call him by the "Prince Of Peace"&lt;br /&gt;And they call him by "The Saviour"&lt;br /&gt;And they pray to him upon the sea&lt;br /&gt;And in every bold endeavor&lt;br /&gt;As they fill his churches with their pride and gold&lt;br /&gt;And their faith in him increases&lt;br /&gt;But they've turned the nature that I worship in&lt;br /&gt;From a temple to a robber's den&lt;br /&gt;In the words of the rebel Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We guard our world with locks and guns&lt;br /&gt;And we guard our fine possessions&lt;br /&gt;And once a year when Christmas comes&lt;br /&gt;We give to our relations&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps we give a little to the poor&lt;br /&gt;If the generosity should seize us&lt;br /&gt;But if any one of us should interfere&lt;br /&gt;In the business of why they are poor&lt;br /&gt;They get the same as the rebel Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But pardon me if I have seemed&lt;br /&gt;To take the tone of judgement&lt;br /&gt;For I've no wish to come between&lt;br /&gt;This day and your enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;In this life of hardship and of earthly toil&lt;br /&gt;We have need for anything that frees us&lt;br /&gt;So I bid you pleasure and I bid you cheer&lt;br /&gt;From a heathen and a pagan&lt;br /&gt;On the side of the rebel Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-4825401314614055145?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/4825401314614055145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=4825401314614055145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4825401314614055145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4825401314614055145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/12/rebel-jesus.html' title='The Rebel Jesus'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-9047707156078293083</id><published>2008-12-23T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:54:20.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Meaning of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NYexxEAl8Io' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NYexxEAl8Io'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-9047707156078293083?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/9047707156078293083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=9047707156078293083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/9047707156078293083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/9047707156078293083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/12/real-meaning-of-christmas.html' title='The Real Meaning of Christmas'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-6331209497888207888</id><published>2008-12-07T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:02:06.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/eVqqj1v-ZBU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/eVqqj1v-ZBU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the place where I want to get - this Christmas...small steps are being made towards it but I do love giving gifts to people (both purchased and made) - it brings me great joy. &lt;br /&gt;So I will make the change gradually - hopefully in Christmases to come, more water will be given literally and figuratively. The purpose of the church I attend (and the Church as a whole) is to take water to our world. In this advent season, I hope to find the opportunities to be a water-carrier to those in need.&lt;br /&gt;I am done my Christmas "shopping" although there are a couple of makesies still to complete and gifts to donate to but I look forward to enjoying the next 3 weeks in anticipation of celebrating Jesus' birth. May the advent season be one of wonder, joy and peace to you.&lt;br /&gt;For more info on the video, check out www.adventconspiracy.org. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-6331209497888207888?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/6331209497888207888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=6331209497888207888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6331209497888207888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6331209497888207888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/12/pause.html' title='Pause '/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-3298336561714625764</id><published>2008-11-30T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:05:19.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This reminds me of my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/S825q6QsmUA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/S825q6QsmUA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is an addendum to my first blog post today. The Bateman/Light cousins know what this is all about...there have been 1 or 2 (or more) dance parties to Boney M at past Christmas get-togethers. All she is missing is a comb for a microphone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-3298336561714625764?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/3298336561714625764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=3298336561714625764' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3298336561714625764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3298336561714625764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-reminds-me-of-my-family.html' title='This reminds me of my family'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-4999587315504100516</id><published>2008-11-30T15:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:58:29.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Judging from the weather today, no one would believe that tomorrow is December. It was about 7 degrees Celsius today and absolutely beautiful. So it is hard to start thinking about Christmas and the season of advent. But this weekend, I solved this conundrum.  Here are five easy steps to get into the Christmas spirit:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pull out Christmas decorations and deck the halls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/STMmAtPB8BI/AAAAAAAABfc/tMlKtku4d5g/s1600-h/PB300024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/STMmAtPB8BI/AAAAAAAABfc/tMlKtku4d5g/s400/PB300024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274601382165475346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/STMm52dNfbI/AAAAAAAABfk/4eLgW1tuB3Y/s1600-h/PB300010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/STMm52dNfbI/AAAAAAAABfk/4eLgW1tuB3Y/s400/PB300010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274602363893415346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Listen to the Boney M Christmas album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/STMl-QuHMCI/AAAAAAAABe8/nitp9wGTTOM/s1600-h/Christmas-With-Boney-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/STMl-QuHMCI/AAAAAAAABe8/nitp9wGTTOM/s400/Christmas-With-Boney-M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274601340151476258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Buy festive food. I bought mini mandarins. Aren't they adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/STMl-i2CimI/AAAAAAAABfE/gSOtTX-Zekg/s1600-h/PB210002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/STMl-i2CimI/AAAAAAAABfE/gSOtTX-Zekg/s400/PB210002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274601345016564322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4) Invite people to a Christmas party. My 4th annual Christmas brunch is taking place in just 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/STMm6FrSgBI/AAAAAAAABfs/e9S0rcu41Qs/s1600-h/PC150010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/STMm6FrSgBI/AAAAAAAABfs/e9S0rcu41Qs/s400/PC150010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274602367978995730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(prep from last year's brunch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5) Start thinking about gifts - this brings me great joy! I am making, buying or donating to charity for my Christmas presents this year. For the buying, I chose on-line purchases, of course - there is nothing like the crowds in the mall to make your Christmas spirit disappear. As for making gifts, my loved ones - you are in for a treat!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And most importantly, charity - my donations this year will be going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.christmasfuture.org/dt/"&gt;ChristmasFuture &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the way, as a reminder to my beloved relatives in the 'Bridge. I will be joining y'all for the Christmas festivities. Love you &amp;amp; can't wait for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-4999587315504100516?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/4999587315504100516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=4999587315504100516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4999587315504100516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4999587315504100516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/STMmAtPB8BI/AAAAAAAABfc/tMlKtku4d5g/s72-c/PB300024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-3573020411458880795</id><published>2008-11-22T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:33:37.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard conversations</title><content type='html'>I sometimes play a game when I am out at a coffee shop or restaurant. I call it "the first date" game. I watch couples and try to determine where they are in their relationship. The really fun ones to watch are the two people on a first date. I then determine from their body language whether or not there will be a second date. Earlier this week, I watched this guy and girl having coffee at one of my favorite coffee haunts - Kaffa and Salsa House. It was an obvious first date. The conversation seemed fairly fluid but not entirely comfortable. I think the girl liked him but perhaps going on dates is new for her. Her crossed arms on the table send one message but she is leaning forward. The guy was a bit nervous and talked quite a bit. His body sent mixed signals - sitting back in his chair but open. This is hard to decide. I think they were of the christian faith purely based on their clothes and body language (and choice of beverage). They were definitely talking about first date topics - travel, work, family. I think there will be a 2nd date.  I don't know if playing this game is actually an act of judging. I just like creating stories about people.  Here is my take on that girl - she is single because she has been committed to her studies and career. She looks about early 30's. He has recently decided that he needs to settle down in life and find a nice girl. They met on-line.  She seems nice but not a lot of chemistry. I really shouldn't play this game because I am a disaster when it comes to dating. But it is fun to imagine other people's stories. Who knows if there will be date number 2...only the stars will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eavesdropping is considered a rude habit however when one is journalling in a coffee shop, conversations are bound to be heard...here is another I heard at the same coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation was between a new mom and a mom-to-be (first time). They talked about cloth diapers and diaper rashes for 45 minutes. Is this interesting to mom's? The idea of ever participating in such a lengthy conversation about the color of a baby's bottom makes my ovaries shrivel. Seriously ladies, there is more to life than shit on diapers. .. there is wipes, change tables, pablum, toilet training, oh, the topics are really limitless. The mom-to-be looks like she may want to re-think her decision because she just realized what her conversations will be like for the next few years. Too late, lady! Maybe the idea of these conversations excite some women...each to their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-3573020411458880795?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/3573020411458880795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=3573020411458880795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3573020411458880795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3573020411458880795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/11/overheard-conversations.html' title='Overheard conversations'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-5557940705626971855</id><published>2008-11-11T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:58:38.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fragments of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Again, my blog will be a mixed update of sorts as this past week was a pretty great one in the grand scheme of my life. Here are some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls weekend in Canmore&lt;/span&gt; - Punam, Lynn, Claire &amp;amp; I did what women do best - drank wine and over-analyzed our lives. It was wonderful. If you are ever in Canmore, I recommend the condo complex we stayed at - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.canmorecrossing.ca/"&gt;Canmore Crossing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2) There is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new president-elect&lt;/span&gt; in the USA. This makes me smile! I still get goose-bumps when I think about it. If you have not read the book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Audacity-Hope-Thoughts-Reclaiming-American/dp/0307237699"&gt;"The Audacity of Hope"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, read it and you will understand my goose-bumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SRobIvA1CwI/AAAAAAAABds/p-yGL1mPtrs/s1600-h/audacity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SRobIvA1CwI/AAAAAAAABds/p-yGL1mPtrs/s400/audacity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267552551036062466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I am enjoying a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-day weekend&lt;/span&gt; - enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Caught up with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; old friends&lt;/span&gt;: Sarah, my best friend from high school; Jo-Anna, a kindred who lives on the other side of the world; Alicia, my girl...I was her youth leader but she teaches me so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orienteering &lt;/span&gt;with my work team and was partnered with the person I encountered challenges working with in the past. However, we rocked as a team and came first in the orienteering course. We also understand each other a lot more - good conversations while completing the tasks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Attended a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.lucindawilliams.com/lucinda/php/index.php"&gt;Lucinda Williams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; concert&lt;/span&gt; last night with my brother - loved it! I need to purchase her new album. It is a wee bit softer than her past albums...apparently, she has found true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SRobHWGHGMI/AAAAAAAABdc/BWiE5vUqAs0/s1600-h/lucinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SRobHWGHGMI/AAAAAAAABdc/BWiE5vUqAs0/s400/lucinda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267552527167461570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I live in a country where I have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt; to say what I want, believe what I want, vote for whomever I choose. Thank you to those men &amp;amp; women who sacrificed so I can experience freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SRobIFSOvPI/AAAAAAAABdk/WpO2lCOCuvQ/s1600-h/15_43_51---Poppy_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SRobIFSOvPI/AAAAAAAABdk/WpO2lCOCuvQ/s400/15_43_51---Poppy_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267552539834760434" 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/2787314606229699219-5557940705626971855?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/5557940705626971855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=5557940705626971855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5557940705626971855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5557940705626971855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/11/fragments-of-my-life.html' title='fragments of my life'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SRobIvA1CwI/AAAAAAAABds/p-yGL1mPtrs/s72-c/audacity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-2974646397633171119</id><published>2008-11-04T22:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:56:21.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, they did</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/VDa6CwzSA74' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/VDa6CwzSA74'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight, I and a few poli-geeks crashed the Democrats Abroad party and celebrate a history-making moment. With a beer in hand and CNN on the TV, we watched until there was no doubt that Barack Obama would be the next president. I had a strange desire to cry with joy and laugh the audacity of it all at the same moment. It feels like the whole world's trajectory has been shifted. Hope for change - that is the core of human existence.&lt;br /&gt;The other inspiration of the day was the huge voter turnout. Americans used their voice and power to be heard...if only all democratic countries (hello Canada!) would understand that each vote matters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-2974646397633171119?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/2974646397633171119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=2974646397633171119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2974646397633171119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2974646397633171119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-they-did.html' title='Yes, they did'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-1909151091521271994</id><published>2008-10-27T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:14:07.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gold digga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SQZl5PS6N3I/AAAAAAAABdM/GnL3GtcAoVA/s1600-h/gilloween4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SQZl5PS6N3I/AAAAAAAABdM/GnL3GtcAoVA/s400/gilloween4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262005248661796722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if blonds have more fun but I had a great time as a blond at a Halloween party this past weekend. Some think Halloween is just for kids but I can attest to the fact I have more fun as an adult for this "wicked" holiday.&lt;br /&gt;This year, I went as a gold digger. Dressed all in gold (thank you Nicole for the skirt - it made the outfit) and carried a golden spade. I walked around all night and asked men how much they made. Unfortunately, with the stock market crashing, there was no gold to be found... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below: My friend Lynn and I - Both puns: Gold Digger and Black Mail.&lt;br /&gt; We had a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SQZl5BXxRRI/AAAAAAAABdU/3xOP-IGUnZQ/s1600-h/gilloween2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SQZl5BXxRRI/AAAAAAAABdU/3xOP-IGUnZQ/s400/gilloween2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262005244924085522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2787314606229699219-1909151091521271994?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/1909151091521271994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=1909151091521271994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1909151091521271994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1909151091521271994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/10/gold-digga.html' title='gold digga'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SQZl5PS6N3I/AAAAAAAABdM/GnL3GtcAoVA/s72-c/gilloween4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-2024812486342560904</id><published>2008-10-19T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:49:52.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the beauty of imperfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SPwNdVjI6_I/AAAAAAAABPo/QCA6TZvgo_g/s1600-h/P9030012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SPwNdVjI6_I/AAAAAAAABPo/QCA6TZvgo_g/s400/P9030012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259093262513794034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, there is a strange desire within to show the world that my life is together...that I am together. In fact, reality is a much different thing. I don't have it together.  I am struggling to find out why I need to show the world this crazy ideal. I don't want to be perfect...perhaps it is a control thing but whatever it is, it needs to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some contemplation of this realization, here are my learnings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Allow myself the grace to make mistakes such as showing up a day late for the 10K race as I did in September. No one died due to this oversight.&lt;br /&gt;- Share triumphs and failures with my confidantes...even if that means breaking down and losing the plot at a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;- Be real and vulnerable. Ask for help or cheerleaders when I need them.&lt;br /&gt;- Have friends over even when my house is untidy - they are coming to see me...not my cleaning abilities.&lt;br /&gt;- If life takes a detour and I can't complete my 101 things in a 1001 days, that is okay.&lt;br /&gt;- And most importantly, in the words of Anne (or was it Miss Stacey?)..."Tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it." I love a do-over, a new start...or a redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I attended a un-church this morning and enjoyed the non-churchiness of it. I may go back next week.  It is definitely in the emergent church realm...relational and relevant or as Brian McLaren calls it "A Generous Orthodoxy".  The sermon topic involved the Robert Plant/Alison Kraus musical collaboration "Raising Sand"...definitely not normal church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-2024812486342560904?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/2024812486342560904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=2024812486342560904' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2024812486342560904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2024812486342560904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/10/beauty-of-imperfection.html' title='the beauty of imperfection'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SPwNdVjI6_I/AAAAAAAABPo/QCA6TZvgo_g/s72-c/P9030012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-1761127962745495418</id><published>2008-10-05T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:48:04.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fall cleaning, sorting, organizing and re-arranging</title><content type='html'>There is nothing like your family coming to visit that spurs you into a cleaning frenzy. I should have people visit more often because my house would be somewhat cleaner. However, the unfortunate thing about cleaning is that when you clean one area of your home, the other areas  that look worse than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I used the opportunity to purge and organize which are two of my favorite things to do.  Did my recycling, took a few boxes of goods to charity, framed some pictures and re-arranged my furniture in anticipation of the "new" antique secretary desk that will be arriving shortly. Due to the new furniture layout, I will have to get rid of my old-school TV...and I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to buy a LCD screen to fit the space. Oh, shucks! I also may have to splurge and purchase the macbook because my desktop PC just isn't going to fit on the antique desk. Oh shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a satisfaction that comes from everything in its place. Since my October will be insanely busy with work trips, events and weddings, it is just nice to start the month in an orderly fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this weekend, I tried to clean up Canadian politics by casting my vote at the advanced polls. However, I don't think it is really going to make a difference as I am in Stephen Harper's riding and he is a shoe-in to win his parliament seat. But since I am an ordinary Canadian who supports the arts and believes poverty issues should be addressed both nationally and internationally, I voted for a change in candidate. When it is all said and done, the important thing is that I voted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-1761127962745495418?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/1761127962745495418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=1761127962745495418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1761127962745495418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1761127962745495418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-cleaning-sorting-organizing-and-re.html' title='fall cleaning, sorting, organizing and re-arranging'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-6833879874057503957</id><published>2008-09-29T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:17:33.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to my boyfriend</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, my "boyfriend" Paul Newman passed away. Although a beautiful man, a talented actor, but most importantly, a generous philanthropist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/hlSkGUQBtDA" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/hlSkGUQBtDA" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SOFverSjw0I/AAAAAAAABO8/pHFtIyXKG8w/s1600-h/Newman_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SOFverSjw0I/AAAAAAAABO8/pHFtIyXKG8w/s400/Newman_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251601213298033474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SOFverA36TI/AAAAAAAABO0/kNknxgdu1RY/s1600-h/Leo_Fuchs_4252_Paul-Newman-Close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SOFverA36TI/AAAAAAAABO0/kNknxgdu1RY/s400/Leo_Fuchs_4252_Paul-Newman-Close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251601213223856434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SOFvLiLk-FI/AAAAAAAABOk/u_L_j62zTDk/s1600-h/my+number+one+crush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SOFvLiLk-FI/AAAAAAAABOk/u_L_j62zTDk/s400/my+number+one+crush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251600884435318866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SOFve5GJ6aI/AAAAAAAABPE/x7UEnD5kgH8/s1600-h/paul2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SOFve5GJ6aI/AAAAAAAABPE/x7UEnD5kgH8/s400/paul2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251601217004104098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SOFvezycYDI/AAAAAAAABPM/KwT1wRb4Ev4/s1600-h/Paul+Newman+BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SOFvezycYDI/AAAAAAAABPM/KwT1wRb4Ev4/s400/Paul+Newman+BW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251601215579250738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-6833879874057503957?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/6833879874057503957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=6833879874057503957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6833879874057503957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6833879874057503957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/09/tribute-to-my-boyfriend.html' title='Tribute to my boyfriend'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SOFverSjw0I/AAAAAAAABO8/pHFtIyXKG8w/s72-c/Newman_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-3915425205608270144</id><published>2008-09-21T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:40:49.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts and quotes on peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SNb3H0Z3oFI/AAAAAAAABOU/Etqboi8_5vE/s1600-h/P5120691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SNb3H0Z3oFI/AAAAAAAABOU/Etqboi8_5vE/s400/P5120691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248654129445183570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="sqq"&gt;Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Martin Luther King Jr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="sqq"&gt;"Peace is not something you wish for; It's something you make, Something you do, Something you are, And something you give away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Fulghum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot about peace this year. Even though my year theme is the prayer of St. Francis "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, make me an instrument of your peace"&lt;/span&gt;, I am still amazed how often peace comes up in conversations, movies and books. During the past few months, I realized I am both a realist and an idealist when it comes to peace. The track record of humanity is not encouraging when it comes to world peace. And since past behaviour often indicates future patterns, it is easy to give up hope. I understand that humanity as a whole may never have peace but yet, I have hope because each day, every person has the ability to choose peace. And each day, there are people that choose to live in peace with their neighbours...efforts are made towards peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Israel and Palestine, there is a grief support group made up of mothers from both sides who have lost sons in the conflict. They come together as mothers not as Israelis or Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Somalia, during the 1993 war and famine, while the country fell into anarchy, one man collected orphans from the feeding centres. He educated, fed and protected them because he saw them as seeds of hope for a peaceful future. To date, he has taken care of 10,000 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Rwanda, during the genocide, while neighbours killed each other, some stepped up and hid their friends from the killing squads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Canada, after his son was gunned down in the school hallways, a father forgave his son's killer and that act of peace has done more than bitterness ever could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today, on the International Day of Peace, the Taliban and NATO agreed to hold a one-day ceasefire. Anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logically, I don't know if world peace is possible when humanity as a whole is left to it's own devices. But I do know that each day, I have a choice to live in peace with my neighbours, my self and my God. The golden rule, found in most religions, holds a key to peace. By treating others how we would like to be treated allows everyone to be equal. No one life is more valuable than an other life. Our nationality, ethnicity, income, religion, health or education does not equate a higher worth. We are all God's children and when one of us dies, God's heart weeps as should ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace is an individual journey we all must take. A benediction to close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love God&lt;br /&gt;Love Others&lt;br /&gt;Do it with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;Go in peace&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2787314606229699219-3915425205608270144?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/3915425205608270144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=3915425205608270144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3915425205608270144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3915425205608270144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-thoughts-and-quotes-on-peace.html' title='random thoughts and quotes on peace'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SNb3H0Z3oFI/AAAAAAAABOU/Etqboi8_5vE/s72-c/P5120691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-6835886589717059540</id><published>2008-09-15T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:59:28.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loaf and jug and stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SM87TnlieYI/AAAAAAAABNs/5opykiDcklc/s1600-h/diving_bell_and_the_butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SM85p_E9ZAI/AAAAAAAABNU/a9cetjCh_tU/s1600-h/P9140021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SM85p_E9ZAI/AAAAAAAABNU/a9cetjCh_tU/s400/P9140021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246475484379571202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a sad day in my community. The Loaf and Jug corner store has closed for reasons unknown. Where am I going to go to buy a litre of milk when I am in need? Of course, that litre of milk cost me $4.25 but it was the price of convenience. I bought my weekend newspaper at this store. Now I have to walk 2 extra blocks to the Esso. My life will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ode to the Loaf &amp;amp; Jug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You served the neighbourhood well.&lt;br /&gt;You will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SM85qFuBXCI/AAAAAAAABNc/Plc6d6jTwS4/s1600-h/P9140022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SM85qFuBXCI/AAAAAAAABNc/Plc6d6jTwS4/s400/P9140022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246475486162410530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it is my mom's birthday and I love her so very much. She endures my theories, encourages my ramblings and loves me unconditionally. Happy birthday, Marilyn "Martha Stewart"...you have influenced and molded me more than you will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SM87laMMI1I/AAAAAAAABN0/3mXARKzRZ9A/s1600-h/DSC_0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SM87laMMI1I/AAAAAAAABN0/3mXARKzRZ9A/s400/DSC_0310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246477604781564754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my mom &amp;amp; cordelia - two of my favs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I forgot a movie on my list last week...The Diving Bell &amp;amp; the Butterfly. I just don't know what movie to take off to keep the list at an even 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SM87TnlieYI/AAAAAAAABNs/5opykiDcklc/s1600-h/diving_bell_and_the_butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SM87TnlieYI/AAAAAAAABNs/5opykiDcklc/s400/diving_bell_and_the_butterfly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246477299139901826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...I read a book that made me angry, made me weep, and made my heartbreak with the inhumanity of people. "An Imperfect Offering" by James Orbiniski talks abouts MSF (Doctors without Borders) work in the most dreadful places in the world. He discusses the role of humanitarian organizations in the 21st century...it is controversial, it is infuriating but most of all, it reminded me of my own humanity - how every time I interact with another human, I have a choice on how I view and treat them. Are they my equal? Do I treat them with dignity and respect? Do I love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SM87TrWS7PI/AAAAAAAABNk/WJYLtCghVLM/s1600-h/animperfectoffering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SM87TrWS7PI/AAAAAAAABNk/WJYLtCghVLM/s400/animperfectoffering.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246477300149710066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Just a reminder that next Sunday is the &lt;a href="http://www.internationaldayofpeace.org/"&gt;International Day of Peace&lt;/a&gt; - September 21st. Do something to bring peace to your world. Forgive a grudge, tell someone you love them, help a friend in need, protest the war. If you need inspiration, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.peaceoneday.org/"&gt;Peace One Day&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-6835886589717059540?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/6835886589717059540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=6835886589717059540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6835886589717059540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6835886589717059540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/09/loaf-and-jug-and-stuff.html' title='loaf and jug and stuff'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SM85p_E9ZAI/AAAAAAAABNU/a9cetjCh_tU/s72-c/P9140021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-9177493166594534430</id><published>2008-09-08T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:42:44.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my family of list lovers</title><content type='html'>This summer, while out on the island visiting family, we discussed our top movies and whether or not we could come up with a list of our 100 top movies. We also wondered how many movies we have seen in our lifetime and realized that we had spent a great deal of time watching movies, going to movies, renting movies, choosing movies - especially since I didn't watch movies much before I was 16.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we sat around a pint or two of beer and scrawled our lists down on whatever paper I had in my bag - John, Nicole, Wendy &amp;amp; I - all lovers of the list. Nicole, my &lt;a href="http://deliajude.blogspot.com/2008_08_03_archive.html"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt;, blogged about it a while back and recently, she asked about my list and whether or not I had finalized it...so for you, Nicole, here is my top 100 movie list (in alphabetical order, of course):&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table str="" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 425px; height: 1835px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;col style="width: 176pt;" width="234"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt; width: 176pt;" width="234" height="17"&gt;A Room with a View&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;About a Boy&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Almost Famous&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Amelie&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Annie Hall&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Becoming Jane&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Before Sunrise&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Before Sunset&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Bella&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Bend it Like Beckham&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Blood Diamond&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Bobby&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Braveheart&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Breakfast Club&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Bridget Jones Diary&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Bruce Almighty&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Butch Cassidy &amp;amp; the Sundance Kid&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Casablanca&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Cat on a Hot Tin Roof&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Chocolat&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Cinema Paradiso&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Clueless&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Cool Hand Luke&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Crash&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Dave&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Dead Man Walking&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Dead Poets Society&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Dear Frankie&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Emma&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Finding Neverland&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Godfather I&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Good Morning Vietnam&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Grace is Gone&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;High Fidelity&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Hope Floats&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Hotel Rwanda&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Il Postino&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Into the Wild&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;It’s a Wonderful Life&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Juno&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Lars &amp;amp; the Real Girl&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Lean on Me&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Life is Beautiful&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Memento&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Moonstruck&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Much Ado About Nothing&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;O Brother Where art Thou?&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Once&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Paris Je T'aime&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" str="Philedelphia  " height="17"&gt;Philedelphia&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Philedelphia Story&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Power of One&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice (Colin Firth)&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Princess Bride&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" str="Ray " height="17"&gt;Ray&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Rebel Without a Cause&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Roman Holiday&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet (Baz Luhrmann)&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Rudy&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Run Lola Run&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Sabrina (Audrey Hepburn)&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Saved&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Say Anything…&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Scent of a Woman&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Schindlers List&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Sense &amp;amp; Sensibility&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Shadowlands&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Shall We Dance (Japan)&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Shawshank Redemption&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Sliding Doors&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Stranger Than Fiction&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Strictly Ballroom&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Swingers&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;The Apostle&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;The Castle&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;The Commitments&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;The Constant Gardener&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;The English Patient&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;The Graduate&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;The Last King of Scotland&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;The Pianist&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;The Shop Around the Corner&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;The Truman Show&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;The Usual Suspects&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;The Whale Rider&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Thelma &amp;amp; Louise&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Waitress&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;Walk the Line&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;What's Eating Gilbert Grape?&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;When Harry met Sally&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-9177493166594534430?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/9177493166594534430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=9177493166594534430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/9177493166594534430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/9177493166594534430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/09/ode-to-my-family-of-list-lovers.html' title='Ode to my family of list lovers'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-4926807080350565725</id><published>2008-08-31T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:20:32.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan to be surprised</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As many of you know, I like to plan. I like to prepare. My lists are part of my attempt to bring the chaos of life under control. However, during the last few weeks, a subtle lesson for life seeped slowly into my consciousness. Lessons often come from the least likely of places. Lessons often come at the most poignant moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This summer, when the brevity and fragility of life has never been so clear, I watched two movies that brought the message home. The first one was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.bellamoviesite.com/"&gt;Bella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. A wonderful film about redemption. The film opens with the line "if you want to make God laugh, make plans."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SLtdewsFxMI/AAAAAAAABNM/-qfUG4qQgQQ/s1600-h/200px-Official_Bella_Poster_-_Eduardo_%26_Tammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SLtdewsFxMI/AAAAAAAABNM/-qfUG4qQgQQ/s400/200px-Official_Bella_Poster_-_Eduardo_%26_Tammy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240885374422992066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The second movie was "Dan in Real Life". A very funny movie about family, love and awkwardness of life. One of the characters in the movie say "Plan to be surprised. It is the only plan that ever really happens."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SLtdep9oy-I/AAAAAAAABNE/3R9CmffKEqQ/s1600-h/200px-Dan_in_real_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SLtdep9oy-I/AAAAAAAABNE/3R9CmffKEqQ/s400/200px-Dan_in_real_life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240885372617542626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;However, as with most life lessons, the knowledge and the application can be miles apart. I don't know how "planning to be surprised" really looks like in my life.  I have a couple of situations right now where I would love to take control and plan next steps. But, I know all I need to do is wait because what happens next will be so different and probably better than I could imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, in preparation, I just pray "Lord, surprise me, Amen!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-4926807080350565725?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/4926807080350565725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=4926807080350565725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4926807080350565725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4926807080350565725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/08/plan-to-be-surprised.html' title='Plan to be surprised'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SLtdewsFxMI/AAAAAAAABNM/-qfUG4qQgQQ/s72-c/200px-Official_Bella_Poster_-_Eduardo_%26_Tammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-3834553215679940243</id><published>2008-08-28T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:58:21.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/jNbJ6gaGV8o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/jNbJ6gaGV8o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is the video from the Democratic Convention commemorating the 45th Anniversary of the March on Washington - "I have a dream". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-3834553215679940243?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/3834553215679940243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=3834553215679940243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3834553215679940243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3834553215679940243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-dream.html' title='I have a dream'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-1941350312191560709</id><published>2008-08-26T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:53:50.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a prayer for all - a fransican benediction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May God bless you with discomfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At easy answers, half-truths, and superficial relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So that you may live deep within your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May God bless you with anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At injustice, oppression and exploitation of peopleS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o that you may work for justice, freedom and peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May God bless you with tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To shed for those who suffer pain, rejection, hunger, and war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So that you may reach out your hand to comfort them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And turn their pain into joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And may God bless you with enough foolishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To believe that you can make a difference in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So that you can do what others claim cannot be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To bring justice and kindness to all our children and the poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-1941350312191560709?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/1941350312191560709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=1941350312191560709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1941350312191560709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1941350312191560709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/08/prayer-for-all-fransican-benediction.html' title='a prayer for all - a fransican benediction'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-6981593448167275781</id><published>2008-08-18T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:12:18.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer lovin'</title><content type='html'>My blogging ways have deteriorated over the past few weeks. It is a good thing I had some multiple blog entries in the past few months or I would be SOL for my "blogging consistently once per week" on my 101 list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame the beautiful summer weather for my not blogging. I love summer. Patios and martinis. Visiting family (especially a particular niece &amp;amp; nephew). Sandals and sundresses. Sunshine. Popsicles and slurpees. Summer crushes. Suntans. Farmers markets and fresh produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season of summer is moving too quickly. The days are getting shorter but I made the most of it today. It was 32 degrees out and I was on a golf course. Before those who know me die of laughter, I actually did alright and had some good shots which did surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is it for now. I must finish some real work for&lt;a href="http://www.christmasfuture.org/"&gt; ChristmasFuture&lt;/a&gt; now. Okay...not real work...just some volunteer time writing for them. I will blog more about the charity at a later date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-6981593448167275781?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/6981593448167275781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=6981593448167275781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6981593448167275781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6981593448167275781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-lovin.html' title='summer lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-9093781112981733276</id><published>2008-08-03T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:57:45.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the random post</title><content type='html'>Just a day of sharing random stuff in my life (aka a demonstration on how my life is not as exciting as it appears on the outside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) New browser - Firefox - so much better than Explorer...really liking it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) New external hard drive for music and pictures...it is a wonder. My computer is working like a charm now...the new macbook may have to wait until I can actually afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I watched the movie "Into the Wild" last night. If you haven't watched it yet, do it. Here are a few quotes I loved from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason, then all possibility of life is destroyed. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When you forgive, you love. And when you love, God's light shines on you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Happiness - only real when shared."&lt;br /&gt;"This is a love story that is staggering to everybody in the whole world - God really loves us a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-9093781112981733276?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/9093781112981733276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=9093781112981733276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/9093781112981733276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/9093781112981733276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-post.html' title='the random post'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-6377380042914595410</id><published>2008-07-30T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:55:35.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is beauty? Is it in the eye or the ear or the spirit of the beholder? I believe so. Dictionary.com defines beauty as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are many things that I find beautiful in life. Here are a few that I encountered this summer so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) The endless palette of green used in nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2) The smile of a 4 year old with a mischievous grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3) The face of a 91 year old woman with years of laughter, tears and wisdom etched on her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4) A Saskatchewan thunderstorm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5) The pink light on the mountains at around 10 p.m. on a summer evening in Banff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6) The vulnerability of tears among friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7) The face of a groom watching his bride come down the aisle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8) Matthew Barber's voice when he sings "Where the river bends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9) Jim Cuddy smiling at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10) New Canadians celebrating Canada Day and their new lives in Canada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-6377380042914595410?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/6377380042914595410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=6377380042914595410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6377380042914595410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6377380042914595410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/07/beauty.html' title='beauty'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-3364109074831180711</id><published>2008-07-20T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:33:13.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>really?</title><content type='html'>right now, my question to God is "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i am grateful for my deep faith, there are no answers.&lt;br /&gt;another tragedy has struck friends - the nearest and dearest friends.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me wonder if this is the summer of grief for those close to me.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes have shed more tears in the last 2 months than in the past 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, at a wedding, I was laughing &amp;amp; dancing one moment and then dealing with a wave of grief in the next moment. the mystery of sorrow and joy as companions in life made sense yesterday.  there is often pockets of joy in the depths of sorrow. Henri Nouwen (a favourite author of mine) writes about this paradox in his book "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Can-You-Drink-Henri-Nouwen/dp/0877935815/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1216582194&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;Can you drink the Cup&lt;/a&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to re-read that book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-3364109074831180711?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/3364109074831180711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=3364109074831180711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3364109074831180711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3364109074831180711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/07/really.html' title='really?'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-8201048066680226783</id><published>2008-07-16T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:21.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;at heart, i think i am a graphic designer. if my career in community investment doesn't work out (or if one day i need a change - which is more likely), i think i will become a designer. i love the way words can be placed on a page and look alive. and yesterday, i found a toy on the internet that places words so beautifully on the page. it is called &lt;a href="http://wordle.net/"&gt;wordle.&lt;/a&gt; play with it one day and see how you can make words dance. i believe they are called word clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a couple of my word clouds i made tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SH6xLau-ScI/AAAAAAAABMM/1f_5j97bvMo/s1600-h/love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223807427509373378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SH6xLau-ScI/AAAAAAAABMM/1f_5j97bvMo/s400/love.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this one i made to frame for my friends wedding on the weekend (just something to go with the generic and ubiquitous gift card)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SH6w4rtF00I/AAAAAAAABME/7LIit3MuPtY/s1600-h/phenomenal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223807105647366978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SH6w4rtF00I/AAAAAAAABME/7LIit3MuPtY/s400/phenomenal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this one is just the words from one of my favorite songs/poems "Phenomenal Woman"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SH6wvBdQc8I/AAAAAAAABL8/_lBMaXUrpzc/s1600-h/phenomenal.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-8201048066680226783?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/8201048066680226783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=8201048066680226783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8201048066680226783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8201048066680226783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-toy.html' title='a new toy'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SH6xLau-ScI/AAAAAAAABMM/1f_5j97bvMo/s72-c/love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-8467163322322994866</id><published>2008-07-13T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:22.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>family visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHq1fdgAygI/AAAAAAAABLE/T8NcuEi2W1U/s1600-h/P7100001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222686269988981250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHq1fdgAygI/AAAAAAAABLE/T8NcuEi2W1U/s320/P7100001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am home from a road trip to my birthplace - Regina, Saskatchewan. My cousin Jen and I went to visit my Grandma as her health hasn't been stellar in recent months. It was a good road trip with the right music which makes any trip perfect. I also appreciate the conversations and the quiet spaces that our cousin/friendship allows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHq1fkDPKxI/AAAAAAAABLM/GlS0Cv6oKN0/s1600-h/P7100018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222686271747336978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHq1fkDPKxI/AAAAAAAABLM/GlS0Cv6oKN0/s320/P7100018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My grandma and me by Wascana Lake in Regina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Our grandma was in better spirits and health than we expected. She was delighted to see us and had a number of pleasure outings for us to do. She practically wore us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Regina, we stayed with my aunt and uncle. It was fantastic to visit with them. I think that I get older, the more I appreciate family and my roots. It was a weekend full of stories and memories from everyone. Thank you Uncle Del &amp;amp; Aunty Ginny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also fascinating to explore your childhood city through grown-up eyes. Jen and I browsed the Cathedral/13th Avenue district one morning and while there, we found info on the &lt;a href="http://www.reginafringe.com/"&gt;Regina Fringe Festival&lt;/a&gt;. So, in celebration of Jen's 31st birthday, we took in the "Wizard of One" show and then out for martinis at a restaurant called &lt;a href="http://www.labodegaregina.ca/"&gt;La Bodega&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHq3GAaT8FI/AAAAAAAABLk/_QzmnWI8XdI/s1600-h/P7120019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222688031706968146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHq3GAaT8FI/AAAAAAAABLk/_QzmnWI8XdI/s320/P7120019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Cathedral - the namesake of the district in Regina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was a quick 4 day trip (which included the 2 days of driving) but it was well worth it. I know the time I have with my grandma is drawing to a close. I learn so much from her everytime I visit her. She is a strong and gracious woman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHq1gOGgvOI/AAAAAAAABLU/8fc8ryDUZj4/s1600-h/P7130039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222686283035360482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHq1gOGgvOI/AAAAAAAABLU/8fc8ryDUZj4/s320/P7130039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the view for most of the trip&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/2787314606229699219-8467163322322994866?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/8467163322322994866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=8467163322322994866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8467163322322994866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8467163322322994866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-visits.html' title='family visits'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHq1fdgAygI/AAAAAAAABLE/T8NcuEi2W1U/s72-c/P7100001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-4362209452240330938</id><published>2008-07-09T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:22.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>show and tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i was remembering back to grade school when you would bring a treasure to school and tell your classmates about it. i wonder why that was part of the school experience...perhaps to gain some public speaking skills. personally, i love sharing so here are some things I will show and tell with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) no cupboard doors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a couple weeks ago, i was reading my &lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/"&gt;addiction &lt;/a&gt;and one of the posts was about open shelving in the kitchen. thus inspired, i took some doors off my cupboards. after living with the open concept for awhile, i think i will keep it. there is plan to paint the walls and the backs of the open cupboards to make my dishes pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHVVST7FJzI/AAAAAAAABAs/N2-u4oxsjqs/s1600-h/P6100033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221173116080039730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHVVST7FJzI/AAAAAAAABAs/N2-u4oxsjqs/s320/P6100033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHVWXH8_gwI/AAAAAAAABA8/SapRDkyLOVY/s1600-h/P6100027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221174298277806850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHVWXH8_gwI/AAAAAAAABA8/SapRDkyLOVY/s320/P6100027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) perks of the job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;stampede is in full swing and one of the perks of my job is invitations to some parties around town. i went to one on sunday for pengrowth....and who was there? no other than my boyfriend &lt;a href="http://www.jimcuddy.com/"&gt;jim cuddy&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.bluerodeo.com/"&gt;blue rodeo&lt;/a&gt;. yes, i was in the front row (on the grass) and yes, he smiled right at me. however, i forgot my camera and phone in the car so i have no proof of this intimate encounter but it was a good time. here is a picture of my boyfriend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHVVSqNwkeI/AAAAAAAABA0/XPUhJG7Yo38/s1600-h/975766033_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221173122063962594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHVVSqNwkeI/AAAAAAAABA0/XPUhJG7Yo38/s320/975766033_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) more pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friend bobbi sent me her pictures of our trip to europe. i will be posting them on my picasa site shortly. check them out when you are bored sometime. &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bateman.sj/EuropeTripPicsByBobbi"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/bateman.sj/EuropeTripPicsByBobbi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHVXrhBFi-I/AAAAAAAABBE/xaX73wq8Ej4/s1600-h/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221175748114877410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHVXrhBFi-I/AAAAAAAABBE/xaX73wq8Ej4/s320/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHVXr2WYGOI/AAAAAAAABBM/Jd8Q2yGqVIo/s1600-h/IMG_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-4362209452240330938?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/4362209452240330938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=4362209452240330938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4362209452240330938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4362209452240330938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/07/show-and-tell.html' title='show and tell'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SHVVST7FJzI/AAAAAAAABAs/N2-u4oxsjqs/s72-c/P6100033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-7048743441926777760</id><published>2008-06-29T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:46:52.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need more good news in my life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it feels there is no good news these days. On Friday, I was in a conversation with someone who believes that the current economic situation (oil prices, food shortages, etc) is a pre-war economy and it is just evitable that the world will go to war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In protest and to support my eternal hopefulness (and to reduce my cynical side to a mere whisper), I sent them a &lt;a href="http://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/"&gt;good news link &lt;/a&gt;and it made them smile. Maybe that is enough to give them hope for peace for at least today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of peace, I need to get my DVD "&lt;a href="http://www.peaceoneday.org/home.aspx"&gt;Peace One Day"&lt;/a&gt; back from my manager. On September 21, people all over the world will celebrate peace. This year, I think I am going to host a potluck and we will watch the DVD and discuss whether peace is actually possible. I need to hope for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace has definitely been my theme this year. That St. Francis prayer has infiltrated my life is so many ways. It is becoming harder to justify and whitewash selfishness when your prayer is to love and bring peace.  I am learning more and more what it means to be an instrument of peace. Speaking of this year, I can't believe it is almost over...it is June 29th. But it is proving to be a Good year. And when I use the word "good", I use it to mean God's definition of it - this year has been used for his purposes and not mine so much. Despite everything going on around the world, I rest in the fact that God is good and so are his mysterious purposes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-7048743441926777760?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/7048743441926777760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=7048743441926777760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7048743441926777760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7048743441926777760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-need-more-good-news-in-my-life.html' title='I need more good news in my life'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-8465535349752910485</id><published>2008-06-26T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:47:47.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>The past week and a half have been difficult. Not only the news of an old friend taken at such a young age but then more tragic news in the life of another friend. While out for dinner last week, my friend received a call with news that her brother-in-law passed away. The next day when they told her mother about the tragedy, her mom suffered a stroke and died. The heartache I have for my friends is only an iota of their grief and I am often overwhelmed with tears. I didn't know how to write of this sadness.&lt;br /&gt;A couple days ago, I thought I would just do happy blogs for the summer entitled "I love..."; for example, "I love BBQ's" and then list the reasons why I love those things. However, today I watched the video of my friend's memorial as I was unable to attend. In the service, over and over again, people spoke of Julian's love for them and that this love came from his great understanding of how much he was loved by God. He had a simple mandate in life "Love God, love kids". I often say "Love God &amp;amp; love others" are the two things that define my faith but I don't think I do either of them with all my heart, mind, soul and strength.&lt;br /&gt;In the Gospel of John chapters 13 to 17, Jesus speaks to his disciples repeatedly about loving one another. In fact, he starts by serving them and demonstrating that love in a tangible way. If we say we love Christ, then we must love others and with a true caring spirit. We are called to a "love without agenda". This is love for all...even those who are hard to love. I don't know always how to love and showing my love for others makes me feel vulnerable. But that shouldn't matter. It didn't matter to Christ, and it didn't matter to Julian. Ju's love made an impact as clearly demonstrated on the facebook page established in his memory...nearly 1,500 people belong to it.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the memorial, his mentor gave this benediction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go in Peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serve the Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love one another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do it with all your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my love blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-8465535349752910485?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/8465535349752910485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=8465535349752910485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8465535349752910485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8465535349752910485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/06/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-1796037710178395922</id><published>2008-06-15T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T18:12:25.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grieving</title><content type='html'>My day started with an early phone call from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;The news she told me was sad.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of ours from years past had been killed in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;His pregnant wife and 2 children survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grief for his immediate family and wife overwhelmed me.&lt;br /&gt;As well, there were tears for the hundreds of high school students he mentored during his 10 years of youth ministry.&lt;br /&gt;The questions the students may ask...the lack of answers they may face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian lit up a room with his joy for life and his love of others. &lt;br /&gt;When you spoke with him, you felt filled with life.&lt;br /&gt;He was one of the most genuine people I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are never the right words in these situation but in the words of Voltaire,"tears are the silent langauge of grief" and that is all i can offer.&lt;br /&gt;My tears and prayers are pouring out due to the great sorrow his family now carry in their hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-1796037710178395922?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/1796037710178395922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=1796037710178395922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1796037710178395922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1796037710178395922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/06/grieving.html' title='grieving'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-2748777780696022350</id><published>2008-06-08T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:31:33.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>questioning</title><content type='html'>Does our society feel more comfortable creating polar opposites or categories in order to make sense of our world? Do these definitions create boxes to put people into more easily? This post may not make sense because I mostly have questions right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can someone be pro-life and pro-choice at the same time?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can a woman be empowered and still look for a man?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is there evolution within creation? Could God have used evolution to create?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it possible to be a feminist if you are a stay at home mom?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is being dependent on someone the opposite of being an independent person?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do we have to have our identity defined by our career, our marital status or our children rather than our character and person?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts bouncing around in my grey matter these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-2748777780696022350?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/2748777780696022350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=2748777780696022350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2748777780696022350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2748777780696022350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/06/questioning.html' title='questioning'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-3708457591717960030</id><published>2008-06-01T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:23.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SELtJJzkEiI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ahSJemtuR3g/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206984860700512802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SELtJJzkEiI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ahSJemtuR3g/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, I went to see the movie "&lt;a href="http://www.sexandthecitymovie.com/"&gt;Sex &amp;amp; The City" &lt;/a&gt;with friends. The producers got the film right - in my humble opinion. It was a whole season of the show in one fabulous movie. Regardless of your views of the show and/or movie (which I loved), the underlining theme is the friendship between the four characters. Life isn't always the fairytale we think or life doesn't follow the schedule we plan but knowing you have people next to you as you figure it all out is a gift. Walking out of the theatre, I realized my women friends are amazing. It is easy to take them for granted as life gets busy but I have been blessed with supportive friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you to each of my friends - my life would be only a fraction of what it is without you in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-3708457591717960030?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/3708457591717960030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=3708457591717960030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3708457591717960030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3708457591717960030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/06/girlfriends.html' title='Girlfriends'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SELtJJzkEiI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ahSJemtuR3g/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-3539153139714469854</id><published>2008-05-28T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:23.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pictures that some people are demanding I post on Picassa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SD4S1ZzkEZI/AAAAAAAAA-A/UL_iYnuNvLY/s1600-h/P5070417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205618927956398482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SD4S1ZzkEZI/AAAAAAAAA-A/UL_iYnuNvLY/s320/P5070417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For more pictures (and some duplicates from what I have already posted), please use this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/bateman.sj"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/bateman.sj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure why it has co.uk in the address...very odd if you ask me. But as I am not a techy-person, I will not ask any questions about it and just accept it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-3539153139714469854?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/3539153139714469854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=3539153139714469854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3539153139714469854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/3539153139714469854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-that-some-people-are-demanding.html' title='The pictures that some people are demanding I post on Picassa'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SD4S1ZzkEZI/AAAAAAAAA-A/UL_iYnuNvLY/s72-c/P5070417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-5859918589687235818</id><published>2008-05-24T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:25.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip in Review - as a list of course</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDid0pzkC0I/AAAAAAAAApY/ejJG13EBEvU/s1600-h/P5040186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204082897327491906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDid0pzkC0I/AAAAAAAAApY/ejJG13EBEvU/s320/P5040186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Do you see me? I am in the Reichstag)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite my brief updates and introspective review of my trip, here is a fun list of what I did on my travels through Europe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20 Days of Travelling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDifrZzkC2I/AAAAAAAAApo/rUm9vnVxXkE/s1600-h/P5100535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204084937436957538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDifrZzkC2I/AAAAAAAAApo/rUm9vnVxXkE/s320/P5100535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19 Hours in flight (give or take a couple of hours)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18 Days where I consumed at least one meal of meat and bread and cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17 Tube or train rides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDibGJzkCrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/n8BNgHi34pY/s1600-h/P5090494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204079899440319154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDibGJzkCrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/n8BNgHi34pY/s320/P5090494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Czech Korunas to one Canadian dollar (there is no easy conversion formula)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15 Days of decent weather when the sun shone for at least part of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDibFZzkCpI/AAAAAAAAAoA/-x2fxkteOEw/s1600-h/P5060313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204079886555417234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDibFZzkCpI/AAAAAAAAAoA/-x2fxkteOEw/s320/P5060313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14 Visits to grocery stores for breakfast or snack food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13 Different beers tasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDicwZzkCwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ewMi9fpgR3c/s1600-h/P5080485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204081724801420034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDicwZzkCwI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ewMi9fpgR3c/s320/P5080485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12 Modes of transportation taken &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDicvpzkCuI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Ovv2untb03M/s1600-h/P5070456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204081711916518114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDicvpzkCuI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Ovv2untb03M/s320/P5070456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11 Kilometres walked each day (on average - and a total guess)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 Prints/Pictures purchased to hang on my wall &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(now let's see if I will get around to framing them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDigvJzkC3I/AAAAAAAAApw/osf5QGdMhTw/s1600-h/rembrandt31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204086101373094770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDigvJzkC3I/AAAAAAAAApw/osf5QGdMhTw/s320/rembrandt31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rembrandt's "Adoration of the Shepherds" - National Gallery London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 New journals purchased (&lt;a href="http://www.paperchase.co.uk/"&gt;Paperchase &lt;/a&gt;- my idea of heaven!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 Churches or Synagogues visited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDibGZzkCsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vy3MjI5KTlk/s1600-h/P5120604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204079903735286466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDibGZzkCsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vy3MjI5KTlk/s320/P5120604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 Museums wandered through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDicwpzkCxI/AAAAAAAAApA/JVt2lCm30tE/s1600-h/P5150723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204081729096387346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDicwpzkCxI/AAAAAAAAApA/JVt2lCm30tE/s320/P5150723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 Different chocolate brands sampled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 Cities seen (Berlin, Potsdam, Prague, London &amp;amp; Oxford)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 New airports visited (and added to my "40 Airports by the time I am 40 list")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 Cemeteries walked through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDibG5zkCtI/AAAAAAAAAog/SyRGomWMrxg/s1600-h/P5190853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204079912325221074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDibG5zkCtI/AAAAAAAAAog/SyRGomWMrxg/s320/P5190853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 Old Friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDifrJzkC1I/AAAAAAAAApg/vudBqgEG0bw/s1600-h/P5180829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204084933141990226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDifrJzkC1I/AAAAAAAAApg/vudBqgEG0bw/s320/P5180829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 - 30th Birthday celebrated (Yeah Bobbi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDicwJzkCvI/AAAAAAAAAow/2CMcyjimK50/s1600-h/P5030116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204081720506452722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDicwJzkCvI/AAAAAAAAAow/2CMcyjimK50/s320/P5030116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;0 Postcards sent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDibF5zkCqI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JvPCIwMB_nI/s1600-h/P5070425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204079895145351842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDibF5zkCqI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JvPCIwMB_nI/s320/P5070425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDicw5zkCyI/AAAAAAAAApI/CnVqsTXPHkM/s1600-h/P5150736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204081733391354658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDicw5zkCyI/AAAAAAAAApI/CnVqsTXPHkM/s320/P5150736.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/2787314606229699219-5859918589687235818?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/5859918589687235818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=5859918589687235818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5859918589687235818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/5859918589687235818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-in-review-as-list-of-course.html' title='The Trip in Review - as a list of course'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDid0pzkC0I/AAAAAAAAApY/ejJG13EBEvU/s72-c/P5040186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-408647977236226566</id><published>2008-05-20T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:26.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture or two</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN6I-P4CgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/-Wlkuj4OdVQ/s1600-h/P5070438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202636289110182402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN6I-P4CgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/-Wlkuj4OdVQ/s320/P5070438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;There are reasons for my lack of faithful blogging while travelling around Europe. By merely listing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; done, sights seen and food eaten, only part of my trip could be conveyed. I didn't know how to use words to fully describe what I saw, felt, processed and learned during the past 3 weeks. However, on my flight home yesterday I took the time to think about it and here is what I learned: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1) Tension is necessary&lt;br /&gt;2) Beauty is necessary&lt;br /&gt;3) Trusting who you are is necessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDNybOP4CVI/AAAAAAAAAmg/1yS8-ViRLYU/s1600-h/P5070413.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202627806549772626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDNybOP4CVI/AAAAAAAAAmg/1yS8-ViRLYU/s400/P5070413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When I was in Berlin, I was tense - still stressed about things back home - job, relationships and other priorities. This tension fit with Berlin as the city itself is learning to cope with its past but finding ways to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN4g-P4CeI/AAAAAAAAAno/0tsjYW_6V4M/s1600-h/P5050241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202634502403787234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN4g-P4CeI/AAAAAAAAAno/0tsjYW_6V4M/s320/P5050241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Then onto Prague which evoked emotions I was unprepared for. In my own life, there are scars caused by past choices. I could mourn my mistakes but miss the joy of life. I must find the beauty and learn from those past errors. Prague is full of beauty amid the scars of an unpleasant past. At first the city frustrated me with its inconsistencies but during my time there, it won my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202632685632620994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN23OP4CcI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ziuMQEWHWTU/s320/P5120671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN23eP4CdI/AAAAAAAAAng/8E91Yed_qCE/s1600-h/P5120681.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202632689927588306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN23eP4CdI/AAAAAAAAAng/8E91Yed_qCE/s320/P5120681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then came London. This city is full of character and just is. I spent time with old friends and came away knowing I am loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN1j-P4CaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/_pXw9HLOzG4/s1600-h/P5180829.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202631255408511394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN1j-P4CaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/_pXw9HLOzG4/s320/P5180829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN1kOP4CbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/dHAHw5ewR0I/s1600-h/P5180831.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202631259703478706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN1kOP4CbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/dHAHw5ewR0I/s320/P5180831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The realization that I am who I was at 17 or 27. Time and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; gives me depth and different perspective - yet my character remains true. London has so much history but it is still London and you can see what it was like centuries ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN5wuP4CfI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uJz-MaK14Pg/s1600-h/P5150743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202635872498354674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN5wuP4CfI/AAAAAAAAAnw/uJz-MaK14Pg/s320/P5150743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am not sure if any of this makes sense but I am learning to live with tension, be okay &amp;amp; forgive my mistakes, and embrace who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN0ueP4CZI/AAAAAAAAAnA/r0lxhRg7s1Y/s1600-h/P5040172.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202630336285510034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN0ueP4CZI/AAAAAAAAAnA/r0lxhRg7s1Y/s400/P5040172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-408647977236226566?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/408647977236226566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=408647977236226566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/408647977236226566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/408647977236226566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/05/picture-or-two.html' title='a picture or two'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SDN6I-P4CgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/-Wlkuj4OdVQ/s72-c/P5070438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-1926676621734433391</id><published>2008-05-16T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:15:25.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London Calling</title><content type='html'>We are on the final leg of our European tour. Only a few more days until we head home. Prior to London, the weather gods had been smiling on us with sunshine and warmth. However, in England, our luck ran out with some rain and clouds. But that didn't stop us. Yesterday, we started exploring Central London with the National Gallery, wandered by Buckingham Palace and watched the musical "Wicked" which is fabulous. Will fill in more details soon...I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-1926676621734433391?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/1926676621734433391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=1926676621734433391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1926676621734433391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1926676621734433391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/05/london-calling.html' title='London Calling'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-8398569921353299156</id><published>2008-05-13T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:53:43.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Prague</title><content type='html'>A quick update as we prepare to leave Prague for London. We spent the last 3.5 days here and that has been the perfect amount. The first day I lost my passion for Prague because it was frustrating with the metro and wrong information in our guide and the International Marathon cutting through town. But the second and third days have won mÿ heart back to the pretty place.  Prague is a faïrytale place. Czech beer, gothic and baroque architecture and a surprise around every corner...that is Prague.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-8398569921353299156?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/8398569921353299156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=8398569921353299156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8398569921353299156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8398569921353299156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/05/pretty-prague.html' title='Pretty Prague'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-2984819366580089506</id><published>2008-05-09T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:17:04.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evil</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Bobbi and I went to Sachenhausen, a concentration camp used by both the Nazis and Soviets for political prisoners. It was the model used for all other camps and the training grounds for the SS. The lack of humanity and the immense evil overwhelms. I have no answers, only questions.&lt;br /&gt;- How do you write about this evil? Are there even words?&lt;br /&gt;- How do you speak of inhumanity without wondering if you are capable of the same brutality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the right words, I say today that I am a witness to this part of history. This bears a load of responsibility on my soul to speak against injustice and inhumanity wherever. As I am human so is my neighbour whether they live in Burma, China, Sudan, Zimbabwe, Palestine or Guatanemo Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a couple of deep days with visits to the Holocaust Memorial/Museum, The Topography of Terror and of course, Sachenhausen. I still need to process my sadness and my anger. But there is hope...there will be a day when evil will be gone and peace will come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-2984819366580089506?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/2984819366580089506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=2984819366580089506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2984819366580089506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2984819366580089506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/05/evil.html' title='evil'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-6771020381065651670</id><published>2008-05-07T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:17:00.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more and more of berlin</title><content type='html'>I don't really have anything deep to write about my trip. Staying with Wendy here has been great because she is also friends with Bobbi. I hope they continue their friendship when they are both back in Vancouver. Two phenomenal girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post, many more things have been seen and experienced. Still no photos due to a shared computer situation so just deal with it. Imagine my face next to some really old European architecture or a statue of some German dude or a picture of random quotes/words. That is what I have been taking pictures of (all 298 of them so far). I promise to share them once edited upon my return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another list of thrilling action in the life of Sara whilst in Berlin:&lt;br /&gt;- Climb the dome at the Reichstag and saw Berlin by early morning light&lt;br /&gt;- Experienced the coffee/cafe CARAS (my fav)&lt;br /&gt;- Went shopping at H&amp;M (I know we have it at home but how could I say no when there were 5 on one street in West Berlin)&lt;br /&gt;- Explored a home/decor shopping mall (this could have been dangerous if my suitcases could fit armchairs - thank goodness for airline weight restrictions)&lt;br /&gt;- Had Vietnamese at Mr Hai &amp; Friends &lt;br /&gt;- Watched the sunset with Bobbi, Wendy &amp; Ben from Victoria Park&lt;br /&gt;- Have had 5 different experiences of people coming up to me thinking I was German and asking me questions or starting conversations on the street.&lt;br /&gt;- Pushed open gates and wandered in hofs&lt;br /&gt;- Had Currywurst at Curry 36 &lt;br /&gt;- Trained it to Potsdam - a small city to the SW of Berlin&lt;br /&gt;- Wandered the gardens of Sans Souci Palace in Potsdam&lt;br /&gt;- Sat by a creek and journaled&lt;br /&gt;- Picnicked in TierGarten with cheese/meat/bread/wine&lt;br /&gt;- Had Wayne Gretzky pizza at Ron Telesky's Canadian Pizza&lt;br /&gt;- Rented hot orange bikes and rode all around central Berlin&lt;br /&gt;- Viewed the East Side Gallery (a major portion of the Berlin Wall still standing and used a canvas by various artists)&lt;br /&gt;- Saw the Victory Tower &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently reading "Four Loves" by C.S. Lewis. It is a timely read for me as this trip is definitely a soul-searching time for me. The ideas around giving and needing love, as simple as they are on the surface, seem to be stopping me in my tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now. Time is flying quickly but yet it is a good pace. Tomorrow we are exploring various aspects of the darker side of Germany and the Holocaust. Remembering my last time in Europe, coming face to face with that evil drained me. It will be a tough day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-6771020381065651670?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/6771020381065651670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=6771020381065651670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6771020381065651670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/6771020381065651670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-and-more-of-berlin.html' title='more and more of berlin'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-2729681265923964254</id><published>2008-05-04T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T08:32:15.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>berlin, berlin</title><content type='html'>Okay, it is decided I love Berlin. It is a truly amazing city, full of life and history. Spring is all around us here. I don't have any pictures to show you because I am borrowing a computer. But lilacs and blossoms are out and it smells beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quick summary of what we have done/accomplished since we arrived:&lt;br /&gt;- had "Couch Potato" pizza from Ron Telesky's Canadian Pizza&lt;br /&gt;- Attended May Day protests/riots/festival&lt;br /&gt;- drank beer on the streets of Berlin&lt;br /&gt;- slept for more than 12 hours&lt;br /&gt;- rode a double decker bus&lt;br /&gt;- consumed more than 10 cappuccinos at last count.&lt;br /&gt;- strolled through Berlin neighborhoods&lt;br /&gt;- had great conversations with Wendy and Bobbi&lt;br /&gt;- sat by a canal and drank beer&lt;br /&gt;- celebrated Bobbi's birthday in style and with a variety of fun beverages. (it was a late night!)&lt;br /&gt;- wandered through a graveyard&lt;br /&gt;- went to a flea market and a farmers market&lt;br /&gt;- gawked a beautiful architecture&lt;br /&gt;- attempted to speak some German (used the word "purpurfarbig" twice so far)&lt;br /&gt;- ate a traditional German breakfast - meat, cheese, bread, fruit, hardboiled egg and Nutella&lt;br /&gt;- discovered hidden courtyards&lt;br /&gt;- rode the U-Bahn&lt;br /&gt;- sat in cafes and journalled&lt;br /&gt;- saw the following landmarks: Berlin Wall, Brandenburg Gate, TV Tower, Museum Island, numerous embassies, Water Tower, Victory Tower, and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a few more days in Berlin and there is so much still to see. But most importantly, I need to remind myself to just be and enjoy where I am. We are definitely going at a leisurely pace. Tonight we are going out for a nice dinner to celebrate Bobbi's 30th birthday. Last night, we celebrated like we were 18...tonight, we will try to class it up a bit and act our age (a bit).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-2729681265923964254?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/2729681265923964254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=2729681265923964254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2729681265923964254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2729681265923964254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/05/berlin-berlin.html' title='berlin, berlin'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-7291335209497251762</id><published>2008-05-01T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:45:17.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so we are here finally</title><content type='html'>After an interesting mechanical issue in Calgary and spending 2+ hours in the plane on the Calgary tarmac, Bobbi and I took off for Germany. The consequence of a delayed departure was a missed connecting flight to Berlin but we were able to get the next flight in and were only 3 hours behind schedule. All is good...we called Wendy and she waited at the airport for us. Thank goodness for cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to bed yet. It is 7:40 p.m. Berlin time which is almost noon in Calgary which means we have been up for more than 28 hours.  It is almost time for bed. I hope to stay awake until at least 8:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Will fill in the details later about the May Day carnival/festival we attended and the pizza from Ron Telesky's Canadian Pizza place.&lt;br /&gt;Auf Wiedersehn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-7291335209497251762?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/7291335209497251762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=7291335209497251762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7291335209497251762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7291335209497251762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-we-are-here-finally.html' title='so we are here finally'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-9023817437399678790</id><published>2008-04-29T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:27.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another adventure</title><content type='html'>Perhaps I should change my blog to sarasomewhereintheworld.blogspot.com. Last year, when I travelled to Hong Kong, I started the blog just to give friends and family at home a taste of my trip. A year later, I am still blogging although sometimes I am not sure why. Perhaps it is because I had more adventures in life to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest adventure starts tomorrow morning. I leave with my dear friend Bobbi for Europe. Fifteen years ago, I went to Europe and it changed me completely. I thought I would be back there within five years. However, life had other plans and my journey took me in other directions. Now, I am heading back - this time to new cities. Bobbi and I are heading to Berlin to just sit next to my dear sister Wendy. I am so excited to see her and just be near her for about 10 days. Then Bob and I are off to Prague and then wrap up the trip in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted periodically of anything of note along the way. While my photos are not art (that is not my "spiritual" gift), I will attempt to share my pictures and words about our travels with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a distinct sort of feeling that the next three weeks will be a more spiritual journey than a physical trip. It will be soul-searching time rather than a photo-op moment. Do you ever feel that you are being prepared for a journey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a glimpse of what is to come...Beer, Berlin, Bobbi and Batemans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SBfvJuimtFI/AAAAAAAAAko/yCv3eS99wjU/s1600-h/n892710281_858840_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194883645586191442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SBfvJuimtFI/AAAAAAAAAko/yCv3eS99wjU/s400/n892710281_858840_23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-9023817437399678790?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/9023817437399678790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=9023817437399678790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/9023817437399678790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/9023817437399678790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-adventure.html' title='another adventure'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SBfvJuimtFI/AAAAAAAAAko/yCv3eS99wjU/s72-c/n892710281_858840_23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-66035959273218008</id><published>2008-04-27T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T07:07:26.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the mirror</title><content type='html'>Recently, a mirror of truth was placed in front of me and all my selfishness was reflected back. This is a rather unpleasant experience as I had been going along quite nicely thinking I was a giving, kind sort of person. The mirror showed my independence and stubbornness stemming from a selfish root.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The busyness of life (work, dating, prep for trip, and friends), the time to sort through this necessary realization has not been available. I haven't been able to really work through it. My time away in Europe will hopefully give me the space to stare into the mirror and uproot some of that selfishness that has crept into my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my mother can attest to, I have a rebellious nature. Although it would be easier to ignore the reflection I see, I don't really want to rebel against this truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-66035959273218008?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/66035959273218008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=66035959273218008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/66035959273218008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/66035959273218008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/04/mirror.html' title='the mirror'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-1063759422752726055</id><published>2008-04-19T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T09:23:27.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so far</title><content type='html'>Some people don't understand what I do in my career because it is such an unusual world from their own. There are moments that even seem surreal to me. During my various roles, I have had amazing opportunities. I went on the road with &lt;a href="http://www.paulbrandt.com/"&gt;Paul Brandt &lt;/a&gt;in connection with  &lt;a href="http://www.samaritanspurse.ca/occ/"&gt;Operation Christmas Child&lt;/a&gt;, I met David Suzuki, went to a Stampede party at a very shee-shee house of a wealthy philanthropist here in Calgary, and planned all sorts of different events ranging in size from 5 to 3500 attendees.  But I think I had my best career moment this week...this event on Thursday may even be in competition for best life experience yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past three months, I have been working with the &lt;a href="http://www.ywcaofcalgary.com/"&gt;YWCA of Calgary &lt;/a&gt;for an inaugural event called &lt;a href="http://www.rbckeeparoof.com/"&gt;Keep A Roof Over Their Heads&lt;/a&gt;.  Since my job is giving away the bank's money to charitable organizations, I was designated to help the YWCA raise awareness and funds for women needing shelter due to poverty or domestic abuse.  Although I work with many great causes and organizations, the cause of women in abusive relationship has impacted me more than I could imagine. When we launched the event/partnership to our branches, personal stories were shared.  Many days, I found myself with tears in my eyes over the pain and honesty of a colleague who has just shared her story with me.  And I don't cry easily as many of you know. This cause for women seeking housing after leaving domestic abuse situations has touched me to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Excuse me for a moment while I rant...In Calgary, affordable housing is a huge issue as our economy is booming but many people are being left behind as prices for everything rise. In addition, Alberta has the dubious distinction of having Canada's highest rate of domestic abuse (1 in 4 women have or will be abused). The event we did this week was under the premise of a woman should not have to choose between homelessness and abuse. We were raising money specifically for long-term supported transistional housing (the next step after emergency shelters). Our provincial government has a policy of ONLY funding a 21-day stay at emergency shelters for women escaping violence....that appalls me and is the reason I did not vote for the Conservatives.  So after 21 days, the women have to make a choice and many go back to their abuser. Anyhow, I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the event, on Thursday, we invited Calgarians to give to this important cause.  We had a goal of $100,000 when we started planning the event.  Through live radio and TV cut-ins, we held a tele-thon of sorts at a local mall.  The response was overwhelming.  I think it was more than just the money raised...the passion and the people at the YWCA so committed to women in our city.  By the end of the day, we raised more than $160,000.  The bank then matched the first $50,000 which brought our totals to $210,000+. And the numbers are still growing. I am not sure really how to put this experience into words but the stress and the unknowns of the event as we were planning it now all seem so insignificant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-1063759422752726055?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/1063759422752726055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=1063759422752726055' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1063759422752726055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/1063759422752726055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-far.html' title='so far'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-309797704197646172</id><published>2008-04-16T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T05:48:49.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaaaaaaah</title><content type='html'>I think the title of my blog says it all.  I am 3 days behind on my weekly blog and there are so many little things hanging over my head.  Life/work is extremely busy right now and all I really want to do is retreat and hide.  I realize that is not the most mature response to stress...putting my head in the sand and ignoring what I need to do.  Well, 2 weeks from today, I will be on a plane to Berlin and then I will breathe (maybe).  Speaking of which, haven't even thought about what I will be doing on my trip.  Anyone want to plan my trip for me? There is an irony about this - me as a planner has not planned anything about her upcoming trip.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to talk about the busyness and craziness of life without sounding like I am complaining/whining.  Life is still good and that is what I need to remember most of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-309797704197646172?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/309797704197646172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=309797704197646172' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/309797704197646172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/309797704197646172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/04/aaaaaaaaaah.html' title='aaaaaaaaaah'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-7234433195476661476</id><published>2008-04-06T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:27.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resemblance</title><content type='html'>At Christmas time, I stumbled across these 2 pictures...one of my darling niece Cordelia and one of my dear sister, Wendy.  I shared this comparison to the family during the holidays but wanted to show the uncanny and kindred resemblance to the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R_lecr3iepI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Xg_kU7uWeqw/s1600-h/similar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186280292798855826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R_lecr3iepI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Xg_kU7uWeqw/s400/similar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R_leVr3ieoI/AAAAAAAAAkA/5zsdWBIAuSQ/s1600-h/similar.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-7234433195476661476?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/7234433195476661476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=7234433195476661476' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7234433195476661476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7234433195476661476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/04/resemblance.html' title='Resemblance'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R_lecr3iepI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Xg_kU7uWeqw/s72-c/similar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-4202379788115624955</id><published>2008-03-30T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:27.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMPIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Last summer, my friend Punam did her first documentary short film called &lt;a href="http://www.thelessonfilm.com/Home_Page.html"&gt;"The Lesson"&lt;/a&gt;. A week ago or so, it was nominated in the best short film category for the AMPIA awards (Alberta Motion Picture Industries Association) for this year. The awards are at the end of April but I am so proud of Punam and hope she wins the award. Right now, she is down in Ontario scouting locations for her next film. Here are a couple shots from last summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183581197911095890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-_Hor3ielI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/n9RfQrCqIXM/s320/P7010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Punam's dad - the subject of the documentary - THE LESSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183581206501030498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-_HpL3iemI/AAAAAAAAAjY/gIxQ-829cck/s320/P7010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It seemed we were always eating good Indian food or drinking Tim Hortons between takes as demonstrated above and below. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183581876515928690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-_IQL3ienI/AAAAAAAAAjg/9d4iH1GRR0Y/s320/P7010014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-4202379788115624955?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/4202379788115624955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=4202379788115624955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4202379788115624955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/4202379788115624955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/03/ampia.html' title='AMPIA'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-_Hor3ielI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/n9RfQrCqIXM/s72-c/P7010013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-7645030169238841555</id><published>2008-03-24T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:28.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more of easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some snapshots of my weekend down in Lethbridge with a few of my favorite people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-hDoL3iehI/AAAAAAAAAiw/VG5qbA24x-U/s1600-h/P3210043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181465728949320210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-hDoL3iehI/AAAAAAAAAiw/VG5qbA24x-U/s320/P3210043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tulips to brighten a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-hDor3ieiI/AAAAAAAAAi4/k0SEJeNV_K0/s1600-h/P3220061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181465737539254818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-hDor3ieiI/AAAAAAAAAi4/k0SEJeNV_K0/s320/P3220061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A new game created - Spin the eggs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-hDpL3iejI/AAAAAAAAAjA/XcWe49-4cDE/s1600-h/P3220067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181465746129189426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-hDpL3iejI/AAAAAAAAAjA/XcWe49-4cDE/s320/P3220067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Coban-ator's 1st birthday and 1st chocolate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-hDIL3ieeI/AAAAAAAAAiY/y-B4kH87roA/s1600-h/P3230070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181465179193506274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-hDIL3ieeI/AAAAAAAAAiY/y-B4kH87roA/s320/P3230070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ran into a centurion and Pontius Pilate on my way to Easter Service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-hDIr3iefI/AAAAAAAAAig/USK5pb7JWXU/s1600-h/P3210039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181465187783440882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-hDIr3iefI/AAAAAAAAAig/USK5pb7JWXU/s320/P3210039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Alexa Joy - An angel who stole my heart &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-hDJL3iegI/AAAAAAAAAio/240fAlKVTBQ/s1600-h/P3210033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181465196373375490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-hDJL3iegI/AAAAAAAAAio/240fAlKVTBQ/s320/P3210033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And how can you not fall in love with this little man? Dear Zach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e6f4c5ba5260c650" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6f4c5ba5260c650%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331704977%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5752C0B65C5C4000C6EE6C6293716B8CFDDC3FDA.2AE5C5FAEE098FD6FD4CA272C1ABA05D2068E172%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6f4c5ba5260c650%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVP_JEKsOHjcOdvLpx60BQShK2P0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6f4c5ba5260c650%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331704977%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5752C0B65C5C4000C6EE6C6293716B8CFDDC3FDA.2AE5C5FAEE098FD6FD4CA272C1ABA05D2068E172%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6f4c5ba5260c650%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVP_JEKsOHjcOdvLpx60BQShK2P0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How the new game worked. I can't figure out how to change the direction of the video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-7645030169238841555?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e6f4c5ba5260c650&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/7645030169238841555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=7645030169238841555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7645030169238841555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7645030169238841555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-of-easter.html' title='more of easter'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R-hDoL3iehI/AAAAAAAAAiw/VG5qbA24x-U/s72-c/P3210043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-7112991894822824640</id><published>2008-03-23T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:08:30.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leading up to this Easter season, I have been thinking about redemption and grace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;According to dictionary.com, to be redeemed means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) To restore the honor or worth of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2) To exchange or buy back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3) To compensate for or cancel out the faults of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4)To set (a person) free by paying a ransom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5) To obtain the release or restoration of, as from captivity, by paying a ransom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once again, I realized the price of my freedom. However, Easter is not only about my redemption but it celebrates the redemption of the whole world. The cost to remove my debt overwhelms me and the fact my chains are gone continues to bring me to tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The updated lyrics of Amazing Grace by Chris Tomlin have been playing in my head for the last few weeks. Although, YouTube is not cooperating with its sharing technology, here are the updated lyrics and if you have time, here is the link to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXV6HJxUebg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amazing grace, How sweet the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That saved a wretch like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I once was lost, but now I'm found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was blind, but now I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And grace my fears relieved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How precious did that grace appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The hour I first believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My chains are gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been set free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My God, my Savior has ransomed me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And like a flood His mercy reigns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unending love, Amazing grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Lord has promised good to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;His word my hope secures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He will my shield and portion be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As long as life endures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The earth shall soon dissolve like snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sun forbear to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But God, Who called me here below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will be forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are forever mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Despite all my faith questions which at times appear to be without answers, one thing remains constant...I know I stand before my God redeemed and therefore can share my doubts, questions and fears without fear or shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-7112991894822824640?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/7112991894822824640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=7112991894822824640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7112991894822824640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7112991894822824640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/03/leading-up-to-this-easter-season-i-have.html' title='Redemption Song'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-8140034897819533533</id><published>2008-03-16T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:41:20.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>needing Easter</title><content type='html'>This past week, my cousin Jen put "Jen needs Easter" as her status on Facebook. That status made me stop and in a moment, I understood that I need Easter more than I realized. I had been under the impression that Easter would be a short break from life down in Lethbridge with some of my favourite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after reading Jen's status, my need for Easter is deeper than a rest or a break from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is a beginning and I am in need of a new beginning in my soul. I need Easter. I need the hope that Christ brings. I need to understand his forgiveness. I need the refreshing water only he provides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be the Friday of my soul but I know that Sunday's a coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-8140034897819533533?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/8140034897819533533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=8140034897819533533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8140034897819533533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/8140034897819533533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/03/needing-easter.html' title='needing Easter'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-7969889450299710507</id><published>2008-03-09T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:07:28.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>state-of-the-art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love creating things and since I have embraced the idea that my art does not have to be perfect, I enjoy it even more. What makes art? Can art be art for art's sake?Do you have to make a living at your creative skill for it to be considered art? Dictionary.com defines art as:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the quality, production, expression, or realm, according to aesthetic principles, of what is beautiful, appealing, or of more than ordinary significance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I have an artist soul within and every once in a while, I let the artist out to play. Here is what my artist did this week - a painting for my living room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175876560218375794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R9RoTv0WRnI/AAAAAAAAAhE/BMjQcW43mJo/s320/P3090013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It has been a beautiful weekend here whispering the hope of spring. Because I have lived in Alberta for many years, I know this hint of spring will not last...winter will visit us again and again until June (and then perhaps even then). But for now, I am enjoying it especially on my run this morning by the Glenmore Reservoir...when I came upon a herd of deer by the path. A few deer started gently running at the same pace as me on the path...for a few minutes I was running in the middle of the herd. It was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thanks for all the helpful advice for insomnia this week...the next night I had a most fabulous sleep. And my breakfast event went off splendidly - in fact, another $70,000 was raised to support a future event in April to help women and their children who are homeless and escaping abusive situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-7969889450299710507?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/7969889450299710507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=7969889450299710507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7969889450299710507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/7969889450299710507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/03/state-of-art.html' title='state-of-the-art'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/R9RoTv0WRnI/AAAAAAAAAhE/BMjQcW43mJo/s72-c/P3090013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2787314606229699219.post-2175120755025875052</id><published>2008-03-04T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T01:11:15.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>insomniac</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it is after 2 a.m. and I can't sleep.  The problem is I have a breakfast event that I have to be up for at 5 a.m. Do I even try to get to sleep at this point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inability to turn my mind off from the event details even though everything is in place is most frustrating.  There were a couple things that arose yesterday during the final preparation which have been dealt with but they keep knocking around in my mind in a random, incoherent manner preventing me from relaxing and ultimately sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so irritating - I need my sleep and I can't get it.  Even my old standby of warm milk to knock me out has failed me tonight.  On top of it, I have to work late tonight and early again tomorrow morning to help my colleague at her event.  Oh, the glamour of public affairs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for Clinique and Starbucks because those two products will be helping me get through the next two days without seeming like a wreck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2787314606229699219-2175120755025875052?l=sarainhongkong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/feeds/2175120755025875052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2787314606229699219&amp;postID=2175120755025875052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2175120755025875052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2787314606229699219/posts/default/2175120755025875052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarainhongkong.blogspot.com/2008/03/insomniac.html' title='insomniac'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QlCMYjpfRp0/SyavsMN2Z0I/AAAAAAAAB-8/YMLANhjDhlE/S220/IMG_1528.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
