A Little Story About Lombok

The most famous place in Indonesia which is always crowded by foreign tourists is Bali. Midpoint everyone in the world know Bali and ( believe it or not ), plentiful people see that Bali is the solitary sitting target destination in Indonesia.

This is certainly not true. From day to pace, Indonesia has developed more and more pigeon attractions. One of the destination that has also been confessed since so innumerable years ago is the Borobudur altar and Yogyakarta, the nearby city. And, likewise destination that have started popularized by the restriction of Indonesia is the island of Lombok. The last few years the island has further current to frequently visited by foreign tourists.

Lombok Island is an island that is located legitimate next to Bali Island ( on the east side ). So do not be surprised if Lombok has a culture and natural beauty that is similar to the island of Bali. The difference maybe only one, Lombok has not been touched by so many people. Many of the land and natural environment in Lombok is pristine. This is the advantage of Lombok.

One of the beaches which became the favorite of tourists who visited the island of Lombok is Tanjung Aan Bay Beach. This place has a very spectacular beaches. The color of the sand on the beaches are very white. This is very contrast with the gradient blue sea water. The beach here is surrounded by mountains and its location is very remote. The atmosphere here is very calm.

From a high place in Tanjung Aan Bay Beach you can take a look at the white sand, crashing waves, rows of palm trees and beautiful hills down there. What is also unique, there is a hill that resembled a turtle when viewed from a height.

Tanjung Aan Beach Bay visited by many people who want to do water sports, like swimming and snorkeling. There are also many tourists who come to fish and quite a lot of family coming too, just to sit relax by the sea.

Another fascinating place in Lombok is the 3 Gili Islands. Why is it called so? Because these group of island of Lombok has a 3 pieces of island that contain the word " Gili ". They are Gili Air, Gili Trawangan and Gili Meno.

The three islands are situated adjacent to each other in the northwest island of Lombok. The closest one to Lombok is Gili Air. After that Gili Meno, which is famous for having a large collection of rare birds from Indonesia and foreign countries.

Gili Trawangan Island is the most popular island among the three island. Facilities for tourists, such as small inns and restaurants is the most widely built here. The view in this small island is very beautiful, spectacular beaches with sparkling white sands. Most of the visitors are foreign tourists.

In addition to marine tourism, other tourist attractions on the island of Lombok is a mountain. If you or your family love mountain tours, you can have a visit to Mount Rinjani Tourism Park. The mountain is about 3, 740 meters height and has a national park covering approximately 40, 000 hectares.

Mount Rinjani is also famous for its giant volcanic crater measuring about 10 km wide. In the middle of the crater there is the lake that is named Segara Anak. The water that flows from this lake forms a very beautiful waterfall, flowing through a very steep cliff. In this lake there are a lot of carp and tilapia. No wonder if theres quite a lot of people who come here for fishing.

In addition to these objects, of course, Lombok still has many more advantages in tourism. Crafts, unique traditional houses, not to mention Cidomo, the traditional vehicles. For those of you who want to visit Lombok, theres no need to worry about accommodation. Many major international hotel chains are now opened in Lombok.

A Short Story, Jeffery ' s Guilty Pleasure

Jeffery, undeclared the dynamics of an affair exterior of the nuptial constant before he asked the rangy, slender, long, legged, winsomeness, for her telephone quantity. He knew, he was unsubstantial, he knew, it would cost him. He knew he was headed for concern.

Jeffery had been at this door before, but had never gone through. Neighboring four years of an partly lifeless conjugal, he was ready for some movement. Sure, there was lovemaking every other month, his wife, flat on her back, him on top, a few symbols of life, in consequence it was over. A shower for her, for to sleep. No foreplay, no extra side treats, straight, duplicate aged lovemaking position. Jeffery wanted more!

Perhaps a little, guilty pleasure, might be OK, Jeffery understanding to himself. It wasn ' t like he planned it. He just allowed it. He did fly speck to control the actions which would ultimately destroy his family.

After the first child was born, in his marriage, he, had decided to give his wife more time, to come around to his way of thinking. Then it was approaching the creation of a second child, and Jeffery still felt a need to be touched in ways which his wife, had seemingly forgotten.

He had felt cheated. He had expressed his concerns before they were married. He had explained to her that lovemaking was an important part of the relationship for him. She had assured him, that he didn ' t have to worry. Did she lie? Or did having a child decrease his wife ' s desire for lovemaking?

Jeffery was tired of thinking about it. Begging was not his style, baby or no baby. An affair had to be the answer.

Gena, his blue, eyed brunette was the diversion which created the guilty pleasure. ( This month ' s lovemaking tip: ) The lovemaking was unbelievably hot, from his toes to the top of his head. Gena had a way, of breaking a man down, slowly and deliberately. She made love like it was some kind of cooking receipt. " When man is relaxed, then excite him passionately, then cool him down, only to excite him again, in a different way. "

By the time Jeffery tried to slow and cool the affair, it was too late. Gena was on his mind and in his heart. It would be several years later that he would learn that his blue, eyed, brunette, had started the relationship with every intent on breaking up his marriage. She had, in her mind, replaced his wife, the first time they had a sexual encounter.

Three years later, after a nasty divorce, during the time his wife was pregnant with their second child, Jeffery finally understood. Because the affair was that of guilty pleasure, it had been excessively hot. Now that the same relationship was older and no longer forbidden, it too, was experiencing lack! Where was the passion, which he experienced when he first met his long, legged, mistress? Had deceit replaced the pleasure?

It took a while, but Jeffery felt guilty for robbing the mother of his two children of her right " not " to be the third person, in a mental threesome. And because of the guilt, the new relationship was in trouble too.

Jeffery was not sure of what to do. He didn ' t know how to make it right and he didn ' t want to return to his marriage. His current relationship offered little and the only people in the world whom he trusted were his two children.

Fortunately for him, his career and stayed in tack while his life had taken a roller coaster ride. Perhaps he would now concentrate on his work and his kids. His thoughts just did not deliver a solution which he felt comfortable with. Perhaps in time, love would revisit him.

A STORY ABOUT DEBTS AND CREDITS

John 1: 14 - We have pragmatic his glory, glory - full of grace and truth. '

With the Golden Son episode, Israel has done irreparable damage to their relationship with God. Can unsuitable credit ever be repaired? Can it ever be like it was before?

God is calling off the nuptial with Israel but Moses, the - best confrere ' of the groom takes upon Himself to intercede and repair the relations between the two parties. He throws every argument on the nutrition; trifle is terrifically small nor overmuch great to just now to the God of Heaven. Again we see mortal man bargaining with the Eternal God like a mere merchant would on the market place.

God desists from going with Israel to the Promised Land. He will send them there thus making good on His promises to the fathers, but He will send an - Angel ' in His place. A plague also afflicts those who participated in the idolatrous orgy ( Exodus 32: 24 - 25; 33: 1 - 6 ).

Moses initiates - talks ' with the Creator. As He does, all Israel stands at attention and worship; It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God ( Exodus 33: 7 - 10; Hebrews 10: 31 ). The negotiations begin. They will go on for forty days, during which Moses fasts. On what seems to be the fortieth day, Moses opens his mouth using a new strategy. He had formerly appealed to the righteousness of the patriarchs as leverage ( Exodus 32: 13 ). He now noticed that since the dire event, God has quit referring to Israel as - His people '. Suddenly they became - Moses ' people '. This resembles a mother and father arguing about the ownership of their kids according to their attitude. Moses also noticed that God mentioned - favor ' towards him. The Hebrew word is - chen ', usually translated as - grace '. ( Exodus 33: 12 - 17 ).

Moses is mortal man. He is a man of flesh and blood; a sinful man raised in Diaspora Egypt. He himself committed unrecoverable grave mistakes ( Deuteronomy 31: 2 ). Yet, Moses was a man who was able to accumulate grace and righteousness credit to be used to - cover ' for Israel. This grace seems to have very little to do with personal - goodness ', but everything to do with a free gift from God. Even the Master while on earth couldn ' t claim goodness, but He had the grace of the Father upon Him ( Matthew 19: 17 ). Sin is like debt, and righteousness like credit ( Matthew 6: 12 ). From the favor he had with God, Moses had enough available credit to - cover ' for Israel ' s debt. Thus Moses was called the first - redeemer ', showing us what Messiah, the second - righteous ' redeemer would do for the world.

Moses could appeal to the virtue of mortals such as the former patriarchs. He could also add his own mortal virtue on the bargaining table. Universal redemption has always been by virtue of a remnant, or a first fruit representing the whole.

As we dedicate our lives to Him, by the Virtue the Master vested in us, may we also live in such manner as to accumulate grace and favor to - cover ' those we love and care for.

A Story About A Book Called My Life

My life is unraveled to me, like a page in a book. Sometimes I skip paragraphs, peek at the next chapter, " call out " the next function. This is the type of book with convoluted and option endings. If I try and skip ahead, curious to see what will happen, I find options because to setting I can and / or devoir go to next. I am unable to simply enjoy the pages back.

However I interpret the book, calm though I may find myself at my original page, or sometimes further back than I was, I am unable to turn back the pages.

I have a habit of being impatient, literally jumping like a little child who sees the fountain grasp his / her favorite candy from afar. It is a bad habit in my world, due to I make hasty and final decisions, not to mention believe in plunging head on and crack to swim attached.

I scan the pages and try to be attentive, but I further have a humongous and colorful imagination. My brain likes to process fifteen things and diddly at all at the twin time, duration playing a home - made movie complete with a soundtrack to stack me company all day long. This all takes place stretch I am doing what I am supposed to do in my daily life, including carrying out active conversations with others.

I scrutinize people bushy-tailed, and mentally repeat them in a few short toilet paper, allocating active listening space to them based on initial and enterprising sensitive of the people and situations I meet. You would feel I would be highly successful by now, I do have an amazing brain, I guess my irascibility has gotten in my way.

Unbeknownst to me, my bad habit Ire went off and married enhanced one of my estranged habits residing in my brain, - Right.

I guess - Longing was lone being s / he refused to commit to a person or thing on my sake, preferring to be " escaped and free like a bird ", since though I know how birds observe. Vigorous, virgin and free is my motto and sometime I find myself highly frustrated by these alternatives being offered when I skip parts of this book, because I search for the Next Best Element.

It needs to be Next and the Best, for each anything I have sought and overthrown was supreme. In my colorful world, I have done plentiful strange things. I have always cogitation I should have lived with insane superstars. In moments of self - pity and martyr, I find myself thankful in the education that with each unbelievable roller coaster ride I embark on, that there is one if not two close family members or friends aware of what I am doing.

Each witness is apart and companionless from the Next and each roller - coaster plunge unrelated from the Last so an exchange of notes will not come about. S / he may be questioning my mental frame of understanding at all times, but I figure it should make for an interesting funeral if scratch spare.

Everyone and No one knows all my sides. I am good at being a expressive contradiction, most visible to myself. My words have always been my armor, I extract exact responses. If it is spur bumps I try, I get them, if it is an audience, I command it, if it is silence, there we go.

So I am reading this book that by and large Makes sense and is Silliness, turn severe to peek at the next pages or all told skip mammoth chunks of paragraphs. Much like the people and situations I have made a life - long habit of studying, I have summarized my existence and whyfor in less than 500 words. It is a great two paragraphs and a very bleak one. I see stars and heaven in my visual, for together for a never - ending dry solitude.

I know that it is much more than my ego, this thought that my first and last name is a great one, that I am a great one, and can do all things. I also know I am working on my Last eighth life, I am the cat that fell from the roof of the building and into the pool. There is no ninth life for that one.

I see myself drown and I flip the pages in an effort to get to a part where I come up for air, where I can breath. My world is very colorful. I roam an endless desert on tired worn feet, but I am also drowning and the sea is an endless dark and angry vortex.

I am enjoying and not, this book my fingers are destined to thumb through, though I now desire to borrow my neighbor ' s, or ask for a quick trade for a few minutes. I am running out of nails and cheeks that belong to me to bite into.

Vices are becoming a little too expensive for me not to notice that they have moved in. Its funny and not that the characters in my world are causing a riot with their fun, when all I see is the riot.

My chief regulator, Ms Seriousness tells me to chalk down my great visions to a pleasant dream. It says I need to keep flipping the pages and get to the end already, what again did I think of me? I keep thinking as I flip through the pages of this book my fingers are stuck to, that that part of me must be right, for I am not liking what I see. But what I can ' t shake, is what I Believe.

My fingers are getting tired, and I am giving in to the bi - product aka seed of my two companions Impatience & - Commitment, Despair. I am Despairing of my dreams, they are becoming tiring to me. Things I want and the opposite I receive as though prayers that the devil answered.

I keep thinking while looking for reprieve that the world must seriously be bored to pick me as its comic strip. I am the cartoon character in a show that is televised at times when I am asleep, the joke ' s on me. My Greatness is now taunting me as I turn the pages, not caring how I drag the pages, which I tear, which are dog - ear. You ready to be real? I keep hearing, to a tune I can ' t get out of my head.

Yes, I am ready to be real I say, I give up, it was foolish of me to dream this hard and long. You don ' t know any better, Ms Seriousness says, turning my page to a chapter I care not to read the heading of. You have always been strange, thought and felt strange. You have always been a dreamer, always thought people could dream their lives alive. I remember many times when you were young, I had to take that pen and paper away. I remember you staring at people needing help as though you were the saint that was sent. Well, from now on, and to ensure no more pain from this foolishness, I will lead the way. It will not be fun, but at least we will be going straight.

Well, this is definitely not fun no more, Ms Yei! says as we flip through each page. I know what I am doing and why, yet it still doesn ' t make sense. I know I signed a pact to stop being a dreamer, make my book count toward something in the end, but why am I now haunted with ghosts of PastSense.

I used to control my powerful mind, the images and colors my entertainment, when did I lose that. Why is it that the stars and my heavens disappeared, the scorching sun in my desert all I see. The pages I turn are uniform, long, heavy like lead. Despair went off to a high school called Auto - pilot, I fear s / he has no plans to graduate.

Ms Seriousness checks in once in a while to make sure I ' m keeping to my part, reminding me as though I easily forget, what hopes and dreams have done for me so far. Very little makes me cry, but every time Ms Seriousness leaves my head space and Ms Yei! whispers, " I believe in you, I know you are meant to be exactly who you think you are supposed to be. I know it because I see it ", I cry.

I am flipping through these pages, but I am not reading them. I have actively turned to my neighbors now, I help them read their books. Turns out the time I ' ve spent reading and studying people plus my intuition, helps solve a few hundred problems and none.

I wish I could do this all day, my book is suffocating me. I am really hoping that in fact one good turn deserves another, and that someone who can handle me and not go into instant delirium, will come fix my problems, for they are many. What are they? Well, this book I am forced to flip isn ' t mine to begin with, I know it has my name at the front but I swear someone got something wrong somewhere.

I need my requests re - routed, I can ' t be getting the exact opposite of what I ask, or what I ask for in a seriously demented way. I am not feeling the characters in the book, everyone has a problem, I need a better and much more clearer outline at the beginning please. Oh, and finally, take away this beautiful brain and power of words I thought was a blessing. I am not interested in carrying around this ceaseless curse any more.

What is ceaseless about it? Is that Ms Yei! never ceases questioning Ms Seriousness, Ms Seriousness never ceases writing and commanding more decrees for me to follow as punishment, and that I have to accept that my heart and the very essence of me is now slowly, seriously dying.

I have never felt so alone, so thirsty and so tired in this desert called my life. My book is not fun, and my beautiful mind knows that no vice will ever make it better past today. I see scorching sun, sand and grit all day, and a dark cold, bitter wind all night. Ms Yei! moves around in my head, shuffling feet, but for the most part, all stage lights are off, crew has cleared, the show is permanently off.

We are now in October of 2010. I am slowly turning the first page of the next chapter. Since my theatrical companions were forcibly evicted from my beautiful brain and replaced with schedules and vices, I am streaming a radio station.

I did not choose this station, all previous stations refuse to play for whatever strange reason. I am trying not to get livid. It seems that very little starts up my monsters these days. I think while I start to read the first uniform, heavy and untrue sentence in my book, well, what else did we expect.

The sentences read untrue because I am stuck reading this book that my fingers are attached to, but it is not my book! I feel like I have been branded and dressed to play a part I never signed up for, and are getting punished for not acting or pretending to like it any more.

Ms Yei! is gone, Ms Yei! made me smile and believe through anything, now I am just alone, thirsty and tired in this desert that has filled my beautiful brain. I had no idea how expansive my imagination was, just how great I had it, until the sand filled it up, blinding me with the scorching sun ' s reflection.

Alone, because this is me. I am known for good times and problem solving. I also appear invincible, unapproachable and I produce the best PR with my inward appearance. I do not talk if I don ' t want to, my walls are high and heavily guarded. Ms Seriousness told me that I couldn ' t talk, that that and filling peoples ' heads with how great they could be was the foolishness we were trying to avoid.

I could not turn to my neighbor and say: I am drowning fast, I am also dying of thirst ( should I swallow the water? ), and my joy was taken from me, because I could never make any of my dreams come true, so I chose not to believe, so my joy was taken from me, because I gave it up in order not to bleed. I can ' t take any more of my heart ' s bleed. It is killing me, for the first time in this book called my life, I fear it is going to win.

So I turn on the radio station that is not my first choice, and wait for the next page as I finish off the last sentence on the first. The music in the station has stopped, there is silence, and a clip is played.

The voice repeats this over and over again, " God did not give up on You, You gave up on You. You gave up on yourself and your dreams, You did that. God did not give up on you. "

The pages on the book called my life hastily flip back as though blown by the wind, and the PagesPast start to tear and float up and around me, carried in a circular wind. My incredible imagination is filled with photo albums, words, songs, phrases, home - made movies, faces... I start to see it, I look up at the heavens that have replaced my scorching sun with all these things laid out, and I start to see it.

I start to see how many times and ways Ms Yei! tried to nudge me in my night dreams and day " coincidences ", how many fresh starts I was given that I bitterly misunderstood and cursed at.

I see all the pages, paragraphs and sections I missed, lessons I should have learned. I see the truth of what I thought were my friends, which were the values residing in my beautiful brain, that I allowed to control my Regulating machine, hence accepted when they said they were for me, that they were.

NegativeCommitment is the reason I lost my loves and opportunities, the reason I judged and abandoned so many worthy people, the reason I allowed Stubborn to come in and reside. Impatience helped push Ms Yei! to the back of my beautiful brain, for I was too impatient, self - centered yet practiced egotistical pitying, to read her nudges, decipher her codes, heed her recurring thoughts and dreams.

Despair fed Ms Seriousness, born of Ego, and chief childhood defender, so that she took her role to prevent me from further hurt a little too seriously. She grew in monstrosity but not wisdom, for childhood fears do not grow alongside us, they are born and kept in ignorance, hence Darkness.

I allowed an immature part of my beautiful imagination to take control of me, and define me. Well, why wouldn ' t that happen? I have an army of " me ' s " working for me, a self - regulatory body that is geared to the fulfillment of me and me things. I gave up my colorful world, my God - given talents, my possible Great Imagination and Power of Words for that!!!!???????

My life is unraveled to me, like a page in a book. My desert dried up, I only noticed it was gone. My heart found its home, it sits happily nestled and held in trust. I feel like the cat that fell off the roof of a building, and into a pool, sitting and purring on my owner ' s window ledge, all lives intact.

My imagination is running, I am having the time of my life trying to catch up with it. My beautiful brain sees more colors and things than it ever did before, and my words move people I will never meet. Every word in this book called my life is important. I have been given a fresh new pair of eyes.

I am reading the best book I have ever written in my life, and all because He never once gave up on me, not even when I made the conscious decision to give up what was freely given to me, for what I thought I alone could achieve, and when that failed, begun to believe less of me.