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Thursday, July 17, 2008

I had a dream

Woke up tis morning.......recalled my dream quite clearly.
Normally I cannot remember my dream but tis.....was unusual.

I was in Australia.....dunno which part.
It was a remote, hilly place.
I was in tis hut that belongs to an Indian family(hmm...not aborigines)
A small family that consists of a grandmother,
her daughter and her granddaughter.
The hut was build on a hill.
Inside the hut was spick and span.
Only the daughter could speak some simple English.
Language was not a problem for their smile was so sincere...
It was enough to make me feel at home.
I was sorting out my laundries .....when i was told to go.
I was to go into one of the estates for a while....
Later when I came back, my laundries were all washed including my undies
and were already out drying. They looked so clean.
I was so touched and at the same time felt bad about them having to
wash my clothes and especially the undies too.
I thanked them and they smiled.

I was in Australia,
but Suzanne couldn't come to me nor can I go to her.
In order to get to tis place .....flying is the only way.
But Suzanne and I communicated through the handphone....
Like she was giving me advise on how to go about helping these people....
Strange......isn't it.

Over looking from the hut,
right opposite......i could see a
huge magnificent church......that was so beautiful.
It was like a 'golden' church.......

The overall ambience of this place was so peaceful.
The air was cooling, it was a very scenic place.....
I was standing there admiring the view with a sense of joy and peace......

Then suddenly Ben woke me up......telling me to get up.....

What a nice dream.......I ponder......was there a message for me.

I thought of Mother Theresa amongst the poor......she carried the
church to them.....through her care,she and the poor found God's abundant Love.
God was in control....it was God's purpose and plan for Mother Theresa.
She has accepted God's invitation, calling her to follow Jesus.

Why i had this dream.....I dunno know....
Is it a message from God......I cannot be sure.....
whatever it is I wanted to share it with you.....

Labels: dream

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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

'Oldest' blogger dies, aged 108
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An Australian woman - reputed to be the world's oldest internet blogger - has died at the age of 108, officials say.

Olive Riley had posted more than 70 entries about her life since she began her blog in February 2007.

She shared her thoughts on modern life and experiences of living through the entire 20th Century, including two world wars and the Great Depression.

In her final entry on 26 June, she described singing a happy song at her care home with nurses and a visitor.

'Keeping mind fresh'

Olive Riley died in the nursing home in New South Wales on Saturday.

It was great fun and it was great too to probe her [Olive Riley's] memory more deeply
Mike Rubbo, documentary maker

"Our dear friend Olive Riley passed away peacefully... She will be mourned by thousands of internet friends and hundreds of descendants and other relatives," a note on her website - http://worldsoldestblogger.blogspot.com - said.

In her final post from the town of Woy Woy, she wrote: "I can't believe I've been here in this nursing home for more than a week.

"How the days have flown, even though I've been in bed most the time. I still feel weak, and can't shake off that bad cough.

"I've never been treated so well in all my life. The nurses can't do enough for me," she wrote.

Olive Riley was born in the town of Broken Hill on 20 October 1899.

During her long life, she took various jobs, including working as an egg-sorter and barmaid. She also raised three children.

Documentary maker Mike Rubbo said the idea for blogging came to Olive Riley from a friend who had taken it up.

"He suggested that Ollie could blog so we put it to her and explained what a blog was and then I undertook to do all the sort of leg work," Mr Rubbo was quoted as saying by Australia's ABC News.

"It was great fun and it was great too to probe her memory more deeply and you get ever more stories about her past, many of which of course were set in Broken Hill," he said.

Olive Riley's great-grandson said blogging had brought her into contact with people from around the world and had kept her mind fresh.

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