Wednesday, August 22, 2007
{Journey}
It's a long, long journey
Till I know where I'm supposed to be
It's a long, long journey
and I don't know if I can believe
When shadows fall and block my eyes
I am lost and know that I must hide
It's a long, long journey
Till I find my way home to you
Many days I've spent
Drifting on through empty shores
Wondering what's my purpose
Wondering how to make me strong
I know I will falter I know I will cry
I know you'll be standing by my side
It's a long, long journey
And I need to be close to you
Sometimes it seems no one understands
I don't even know why
I do the things I do
When pride builds me up till I can't see my soul
Will you break down these walls and pull me through?
'Cause it's a long, long journey
Till I feel that I am worth the price
You paid for me on calvary
Beneath those stormy skies
When Satan mocks and friends turn to foes
It feels like everything is out to make me lose control
It's a long, long journey
Till I find my way home to you
3:44 PM;
Thursday, August 16, 2007
{hilarious}
This is so hilarious I had to stop my work and post this.
Its an incident regarding me and Chris, my "apparent" repairman. I received a call from him yesterday, enquiring about my bathroom tiles and a ventilator fan. I was rather puzzled, as I had not contacted anyone for house repairs. My house is crumbling, no doubt, but "broken bathroom tiles"? Well, actually, to a certain extent, they are "broken".....and my ventilator fan sure could use some changing although it ventilates perfectly.
Hence, I figured out that although I did not contact the agent in person, my housemate could have done it.
Next day, on the phone, at 10.30am....
Chris: Hi, when will you be getting around?
Me: (Stunned silence).......
Chris: I knocked on your door 10 mins ago. Are you outside? What time will you be getting back? I can hold on for another 20 mins.
Me: I....I'm at home....
Chris: Oh...I've been circling for 20 mins......Are you on no. 18?
Me: This is 3/53....
Chris: (Stunned silence).....
Me: This is 3/53 Munro street, St. Lucia
Chris: I'm at Ashwood......do you know about phone no. xxxxxxxxx?
Me: No....never heard of that before....(long silence, finally the penny drops) I think we both got the wrong person...sorry about that
Chris: (Laughs a little) Oh, no, things like this always happens. They get a wrong number and we get the wrong person.
Me: (laughs with relief/paiseh) Yea....maybe you can go back and check things out....
Chris: Yea, no. 18 Ashwood....where did you say you were at again?
Me: St. Lucia.
Chris: St. Lucia? Where's that?
Me: At the University of Queensland.
Chris: QUEENSLAND!!!! YOU'RE IN QUEENSLAND!!!
Me: ya.....
Chris: I'm in Victoria.
Me: WHAT??!!! YOU'RE NOT IN QUEENSLAND???
Chris: no no...its got abit of a wind here and cloudy...queensland must be good...
Me: Sun and everything....
Chris: (guffaws) This is hilarious....hahahah
Me: hahaha!!! Yea...hilarious....I sure hope you find the correct person
Chris: No worries, I'll just go and check it out again.
Me: Alright, thanks for calling.
Chris: Thanks and hope you have a good time in Queensland...
Me: Thanks, bye.
******
This will teach me to not make such mistakes again.....thank goodness this person is such a good-natured guy.
10:54 AM;
Thursday, August 09, 2007
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写给小王子的歌 Key: D
Verse 1:
还记得见你面， 你眼睛含着泪水
说你不要， 不要背着琴声的旋律
后来发现，你也害怕考验
心中不满，就流露在我眼前
Pre-chorus:
当时心中无奈，无法式着明白
如今我在等待， 等待
Chorus:
如果有一天我还能见你的面
握紧你的手，看着冬天的云烟
如果
这一切都不会再实现，
你的笑容，你的双眼
都会住在我心里面
Verse 2:
就在去年冬天，就在那一瞬间
你的笑容，是彩虹填满我的心间
后来发现，我其实很想念
这种单纯，简单可爱的时间
1:23 PM;
Monday, August 06, 2007
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2 weeks into my honours semester. So far, it's been just a time of reading, researching, studying the science of Acinetobacter baumanii. So far, still fine.
Was pretty stressed out last week, though I now realised that "panic situation" then was founded on unfounded fears. I learnt more about myself through it....that as much as I try to convince myself to be cool and 潇洒 regarding my work, I'm v much a worried person. Much as I hate to admit it, (and thought that I've outgrown, overcomed it) there is still this underlying fear of failing.
Looking back, life has been pretty much a success. And perhaps it is precisely so, a lack of failure, that makes a person so fearful of failing. What if things dun go as planned?? What if it all didn't work out in the end? What if my efforts don't pull through?
"Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you." 1 Peter 5:7
11:04 AM;