Selamat Hari Jadi, Negaraku.
:)
sometimes i wish...but never mind...
i like that Malaysia is so dumbly crazy :)
:)
sometimes i wish...but never mind...
i like that Malaysia is so dumbly crazy :)
Monday, August 31, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
cinema paradiso
ennio morricone!! *LOVE*
i miss randy :(
aiya. okaylah, i think whoever it is no need to be a cellist, but it would be nice lor...and i don't need to be married in scotland, but could be nice lor...
how i know...
life is so unpredictable that i get scared sometimes.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Ask
Had my first Japanese tutorial today :) 'twas really funny, and i think i contributed to the jokes unintentionally (i announced to the class i was Malaysia ala "watashiwa mareshia desu" the right way would be "watashiwa mareshia-jin desu") you see i so patriotic. and i was late for class due to my scalebar shift (hmm, scalebar shall close at 5.45pm every Tuesday from now on) and now i learned a new word: "okurete sumimasen" which means "I'm sorry for being late" for the wrong reasons.
but very interesting experience. i'm glad i took jap, cos it opens up ways for me to be silly and everyone forgives me cos everyone is just as blur as me :) and hai!! i shall add desu to the end of every sentence because that is polite.
i hope i can keep up with the workload...
and to be cryptic:
Ask
Ask the loveliness of the earth,
ask the loveliness of the sea,
ask the loveliness of the wide airy spaces,
ask the loveliness of the sky,
ask the order of the stars,
ask the sun,
making daylight with its beams,
ask the moon tempering the darkness of the night that follows,
ask the living things which move in the waters,
which tarry on the land,
which fly in the air;
ask the souls that are hidden,
the bodies that are perceptive;
the visible things which most be governed,
the invisible things that govern—ask these things,
and they will all answer you,
Yes, see we are lovely.
Their loveliness is their confession.
And all these lovely but mutable things,
who has made them,
but Beauty immutable?
- Augustine
Sermons 214.2
My walk back and forth from studio has transformed into something quite lovely. a short walk it is, but i just love it. I think it's the many different sights i see as i walk along this route. the different flora, the steps leading to small stairwells that contain a table and benches. i really wonder why people do not sit there...perhaps ingrained in people are the idea that stairwells are places of transition rather than spaces to stay? oh but i want to linger! to meander and enjoy the different flora that embrace the spaces, spaces that are open yet enclosed by soft edges that express a sense of privacy to those who choose to stay.
i love also the high columns that support the bridges in engin. it cannot but hit me that if the architectural language were just changed a little the space might bring to mind the idea of the movement of time, the gargantuan supports that yet seem small and unnoticeable because of it's relative size to the building itself. and i don't know why but i do love the seemingly impractical slanted roof that sits above the meandering stairwells that i love! yet i suspect it may have structural importance.
well!! my writing skills cannot do justice to the feelings i feel when i walk that path. and every little bit of that path brings me a different, new delight! i saw new mushrooms today, clustered along with delicate yellow flowers as i walked in the slightly cold, misty morning sun...oh so beautiful it is.
if i could choose i would want to be a poet foremost, a musician second...but since all failed i figure i shall try my darndest at being an architect...and if that fails...i shall ask the Beauty immutable...and perhaps the striving was the destination itself.
but very interesting experience. i'm glad i took jap, cos it opens up ways for me to be silly and everyone forgives me cos everyone is just as blur as me :) and hai!! i shall add desu to the end of every sentence because that is polite.
i hope i can keep up with the workload...
and to be cryptic:
Ask
Ask the loveliness of the earth,
ask the loveliness of the sea,
ask the loveliness of the wide airy spaces,
ask the loveliness of the sky,
ask the order of the stars,
ask the sun,
making daylight with its beams,
ask the moon tempering the darkness of the night that follows,
ask the living things which move in the waters,
which tarry on the land,
which fly in the air;
ask the souls that are hidden,
the bodies that are perceptive;
the visible things which most be governed,
the invisible things that govern—ask these things,
and they will all answer you,
Yes, see we are lovely.
Their loveliness is their confession.
And all these lovely but mutable things,
who has made them,
but Beauty immutable?
- Augustine
Sermons 214.2
My walk back and forth from studio has transformed into something quite lovely. a short walk it is, but i just love it. I think it's the many different sights i see as i walk along this route. the different flora, the steps leading to small stairwells that contain a table and benches. i really wonder why people do not sit there...perhaps ingrained in people are the idea that stairwells are places of transition rather than spaces to stay? oh but i want to linger! to meander and enjoy the different flora that embrace the spaces, spaces that are open yet enclosed by soft edges that express a sense of privacy to those who choose to stay.
i love also the high columns that support the bridges in engin. it cannot but hit me that if the architectural language were just changed a little the space might bring to mind the idea of the movement of time, the gargantuan supports that yet seem small and unnoticeable because of it's relative size to the building itself. and i don't know why but i do love the seemingly impractical slanted roof that sits above the meandering stairwells that i love! yet i suspect it may have structural importance.
well!! my writing skills cannot do justice to the feelings i feel when i walk that path. and every little bit of that path brings me a different, new delight! i saw new mushrooms today, clustered along with delicate yellow flowers as i walked in the slightly cold, misty morning sun...oh so beautiful it is.
if i could choose i would want to be a poet foremost, a musician second...but since all failed i figure i shall try my darndest at being an architect...and if that fails...i shall ask the Beauty immutable...and perhaps the striving was the destination itself.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
sunday
i've been kind of low the whole weekend. and whenever that happens, i become kind of unproductive. haha. anyway, i've recovered, and i'm all up to anything again! what with my absolutely adorable new homepage to greet me when i turn on my com..
cute, cute right???? SO CUTE!!
anyway, it's good i'm all gung-ho again :)
okies!! chop chop!! time to tackle my growing backlog of unfinished work due to my largely unproductive weekend. i feel really irresponsible.
anyway, it's good i'm all gung-ho again :)
okies!! chop chop!! time to tackle my growing backlog of unfinished work due to my largely unproductive weekend. i feel really irresponsible.
this is absolutely gorgeous. images via dezeen.
urgh, i've been a leetle more productive than yesterday, but still, it wasn't quite the productivity i had last week! it's like last week everything was interesting, life was great despite the late nights...and then now i feel lethargic and miserable and unproductive...haih
life is made up of ups and downs, glad times and sad times...i guess i'm going through a down time, and glad that an up time may come in the future...and anyway, 'tis the down times where i learn the most, and self discipline has to be at it's foremost (although i must say i have made a poor show of it).
and the joy of the Lord is my strength
...cos joy is happiness regardless of the circumstances.
and one thing i am grateful for is my groupmates. i've been really lucky this semester, getting groupmates who are understanding and fun to be with. no one slacks (not too much) and we get things done. grateful for this blessing.
my group really rocks. thank God.
i just hope it's sustainable. i'm so tired.
life is made up of ups and downs, glad times and sad times...i guess i'm going through a down time, and glad that an up time may come in the future...and anyway, 'tis the down times where i learn the most, and self discipline has to be at it's foremost (although i must say i have made a poor show of it).
and the joy of the Lord is my strength
...cos joy is happiness regardless of the circumstances.
and one thing i am grateful for is my groupmates. i've been really lucky this semester, getting groupmates who are understanding and fun to be with. no one slacks (not too much) and we get things done. grateful for this blessing.
my group really rocks. thank God.
i just hope it's sustainable. i'm so tired.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
four great gates
"all that glitters is not gold, often have you ever heard that told"
kitschy may describe the cover of the purple cloth bound book with golden print upon it's spine that stood upon my shelf back home and perhaps still does.
but the contents of the book were rich, so rich. rich enough for me to feel the strangest longing to find and devour that book again in one sitting, taken with with spiced dark chocolate and eastern pastries and sweet dried dates.
scheherazade's spell is still strong, at least upon me.
enamored as i am by the cold mysteries of the scottish lochs, enamoured am i also by the raw heat of the yellow deserts.
of the architecture that climate inspires:
"The Persian Dawn with new desires may net the flushing mountain spires:
But my gaunt buttress still rejects the suppliance of those mellow fires."
of the lives of the nomads:
"The Sun who flashes through the head and paints the shadows green and red,
The Sun shall eat thy fleshless dead, O Caravan, O Caravan!
And one who licks his lips for thirst with fevered eyes shall face in fear
The palms that wave, the streams that burst, his last mirage, O Caravan!"
and of the western gate, the threshold to the sea:
"I am the gate toward the sea: O sailor men, pass out from me!
I hear you high in Lebanon, singing the marvels of the sea.
The dragon-green, the luminous, the dark, the serpent-haunted sea,
The snow-besprinkled wine of earth, the white-and-blue-flower foaming sea."
and this is just a little of the poem which inspired this post. i do not understand this poem too much, but it is a beautiful one. a poem which transports me elsewhere, words strung together into a perfectly orchestrated symphony. poems using words as music uses notes and never has the relationship been closer.
been taking the back way to school more often now that i'm in block 5. and the shortcut through engin is extraordinarily beautiful in the silence of the night. i take the long way sometimes, because i love the landscaping. and the excitement of passing shelob's stair even though i know what lies at the other end. and the visual pleasure i get from the delicate blue flowers grown there with the blue "just so".
and the rain is awesome. do you know what i feel like now? i want to visit ando tadao's church on the water and sit there from morning to evening and just sit there and say nothing and feel.
but i will do the next 'best' thing and do my japanese homework. :)
gorgeous song. quite unrelated to the above posting, but gorgeous. the bagpipes! and the feel. makes me feel like i'm reading the viking series by diana wynde jones again. and brings back form six memories.
kitschy may describe the cover of the purple cloth bound book with golden print upon it's spine that stood upon my shelf back home and perhaps still does.
but the contents of the book were rich, so rich. rich enough for me to feel the strangest longing to find and devour that book again in one sitting, taken with with spiced dark chocolate and eastern pastries and sweet dried dates.
scheherazade's spell is still strong, at least upon me.
enamored as i am by the cold mysteries of the scottish lochs, enamoured am i also by the raw heat of the yellow deserts.
of the architecture that climate inspires:
"The Persian Dawn with new desires may net the flushing mountain spires:
But my gaunt buttress still rejects the suppliance of those mellow fires."
of the lives of the nomads:
"The Sun who flashes through the head and paints the shadows green and red,
The Sun shall eat thy fleshless dead, O Caravan, O Caravan!
And one who licks his lips for thirst with fevered eyes shall face in fear
The palms that wave, the streams that burst, his last mirage, O Caravan!"
and of the western gate, the threshold to the sea:
"I am the gate toward the sea: O sailor men, pass out from me!
I hear you high in Lebanon, singing the marvels of the sea.
The dragon-green, the luminous, the dark, the serpent-haunted sea,
The snow-besprinkled wine of earth, the white-and-blue-flower foaming sea."
and this is just a little of the poem which inspired this post. i do not understand this poem too much, but it is a beautiful one. a poem which transports me elsewhere, words strung together into a perfectly orchestrated symphony. poems using words as music uses notes and never has the relationship been closer.
been taking the back way to school more often now that i'm in block 5. and the shortcut through engin is extraordinarily beautiful in the silence of the night. i take the long way sometimes, because i love the landscaping. and the excitement of passing shelob's stair even though i know what lies at the other end. and the visual pleasure i get from the delicate blue flowers grown there with the blue "just so".
and the rain is awesome. do you know what i feel like now? i want to visit ando tadao's church on the water and sit there from morning to evening and just sit there and say nothing and feel.
but i will do the next 'best' thing and do my japanese homework. :)
gorgeous song. quite unrelated to the above posting, but gorgeous. the bagpipes! and the feel. makes me feel like i'm reading the viking series by diana wynde jones again. and brings back form six memories.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Tropical Architorture Workshop
what a WEEK.
i'm working at scalebar now so this is the first breather i've had since our workshop started.
...............
oh man i've forgotten how to blog.
ha, i'm taking jap this sem. i can't speak a proper sentence yet...so lets have my japanese post sometime in the future huh, if that ever happens :)
it's 4.30am and i'm waiting for sang ho to render the 3d model (he's damn fast leh) (but still kind of slow because there is only this much 2gb of ram can give you)...feel totally chui now...and this is 3% of my grade!
i do wonder why i do this.
i used to think i wanted to marry an architect but now i think i want to be a housewife and the person i marry must not be an architect/engineer/contractor/developer and i want to live in a cave and never see a built construct again. maybe. nah. not that bad yet. wait till somewhere near the end of p1 maybe.
i think i want to marry a musician. a cellist. heh.
okay. enough of the random musings on weird things that pass in one's head around 5am in the morning when you've had zero sleep and when your stress level is somewhere over the rainbow (well, i've been singing that song, out loud maybe, i'm not sure). clarence has a tendency to burst into song occasionally during late nights. i don't think he notices. it varies between random songs to his favourite 'yesterday once more'. we were singing out loud quite a bit last night when we stayed back to do our final model which has changed drastically from the previous five models made. our detailed model is very chui leh. how ah. i very scared to present tomorrow.
what am i trying to say. i want to sleep. ohh, i should be installing 3d max in my com. but i can't. weird lah. sigh. never mind i think i have the elevation to put in the final panel now. anyway i can't use 3d max. it looks damn complicated (pardon my bad language, i mean it in a strongly language based way, as in damnable, or under damnation. after all, i really want to curse the fact that it is complicated. or something. damn isn't a bad word, is it? in context? it's pure english. c.s.lewis used it. and a good christian writer he is. i will never take God's name in vain, but i figure damn is just fine. you may differ, and i won't argue with you.
argh, damnation. feel so CHUI!!!!
if i wasn't feeling so self conscious i think i will sing this song out loud:
Wake Me Up Before You GoGo
You put the boom-boom into my heart
You send my soul sky high when your lovin' starts
Jitterbug into my brain
Goes a bang-bang-bang 'til my feet do the same
But something's bugging you
Something ain't right
My best friend told me what you did last night
Left me sleepin' in my bed
I was dreaming, but I should have been with you instead.
Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high (yeah, yeah)
You take the grey skies out of my way
You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day
Turned a bright spark into a flame
My beats per minute never been the same
'Cause you're my lady, I'm your fool
It makes me crazy when you act so cruel
Come on, baby, let's not fight
We'll go dancing, everything will be all right
Cuddle up, baby, move in tight
We'll go dancing tomorrow night
It's cold out there, but it's warm in bed
They can dance, we'll stay home instead
damn bouncy lah, the tune.
I hope my brain will be functioning okay when I present tomorrow.
reading the lyrics now, i figure the lyrics may be a bit explicit. i don't quite understand it...speaking of explicit, we had a most explicit lecture today, about greek history. did you know they practiced homosexuality back then? and the naked male body was celebrated and they went around naked because apparently if you could do that you were a 'warmer' specimen or something. they were really weird back then.
speaking of homosexuality, i wonder if homosexuals really cannot help it? or what? i want to sleep leh. i dunno if i can wake up tmr. how ah. DIE.
it IS tmr. it's 6am now leh...and the render is taking ages to become. i think i better not sleep...or else i will be really chui tmr or maybe i won't wake up. har. how ah. why the presentation at 9am? weird lah. eh. i really want to die leh.
i'm working at scalebar now so this is the first breather i've had since our workshop started.
...............
oh man i've forgotten how to blog.
ha, i'm taking jap this sem. i can't speak a proper sentence yet...so lets have my japanese post sometime in the future huh, if that ever happens :)
it's 4.30am and i'm waiting for sang ho to render the 3d model (he's damn fast leh) (but still kind of slow because there is only this much 2gb of ram can give you)...feel totally chui now...and this is 3% of my grade!
i do wonder why i do this.
i used to think i wanted to marry an architect but now i think i want to be a housewife and the person i marry must not be an architect/engineer/contractor/developer and i want to live in a cave and never see a built construct again. maybe. nah. not that bad yet. wait till somewhere near the end of p1 maybe.
i think i want to marry a musician. a cellist. heh.
okay. enough of the random musings on weird things that pass in one's head around 5am in the morning when you've had zero sleep and when your stress level is somewhere over the rainbow (well, i've been singing that song, out loud maybe, i'm not sure). clarence has a tendency to burst into song occasionally during late nights. i don't think he notices. it varies between random songs to his favourite 'yesterday once more'. we were singing out loud quite a bit last night when we stayed back to do our final model which has changed drastically from the previous five models made. our detailed model is very chui leh. how ah. i very scared to present tomorrow.
what am i trying to say. i want to sleep. ohh, i should be installing 3d max in my com. but i can't. weird lah. sigh. never mind i think i have the elevation to put in the final panel now. anyway i can't use 3d max. it looks damn complicated (pardon my bad language, i mean it in a strongly language based way, as in damnable, or under damnation. after all, i really want to curse the fact that it is complicated. or something. damn isn't a bad word, is it? in context? it's pure english. c.s.lewis used it. and a good christian writer he is. i will never take God's name in vain, but i figure damn is just fine. you may differ, and i won't argue with you.
argh, damnation. feel so CHUI!!!!
if i wasn't feeling so self conscious i think i will sing this song out loud:
Wake Me Up Before You GoGo
You put the boom-boom into my heart
You send my soul sky high when your lovin' starts
Jitterbug into my brain
Goes a bang-bang-bang 'til my feet do the same
But something's bugging you
Something ain't right
My best friend told me what you did last night
Left me sleepin' in my bed
I was dreaming, but I should have been with you instead.
Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high (yeah, yeah)
You take the grey skies out of my way
You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day
Turned a bright spark into a flame
My beats per minute never been the same
'Cause you're my lady, I'm your fool
It makes me crazy when you act so cruel
Come on, baby, let's not fight
We'll go dancing, everything will be all right
Cuddle up, baby, move in tight
We'll go dancing tomorrow night
It's cold out there, but it's warm in bed
They can dance, we'll stay home instead
damn bouncy lah, the tune.
I hope my brain will be functioning okay when I present tomorrow.
reading the lyrics now, i figure the lyrics may be a bit explicit. i don't quite understand it...speaking of explicit, we had a most explicit lecture today, about greek history. did you know they practiced homosexuality back then? and the naked male body was celebrated and they went around naked because apparently if you could do that you were a 'warmer' specimen or something. they were really weird back then.
speaking of homosexuality, i wonder if homosexuals really cannot help it? or what? i want to sleep leh. i dunno if i can wake up tmr. how ah. DIE.
it IS tmr. it's 6am now leh...and the render is taking ages to become. i think i better not sleep...or else i will be really chui tmr or maybe i won't wake up. har. how ah. why the presentation at 9am? weird lah. eh. i really want to die leh.
Friday, August 7, 2009
...
We are really, really fortunate. Man, sometimes just rationalizing the problem of pain isn't enough...
Jainalworks in silver cooking pot factory. He is 11 years old. He has beenworking in this factory for three years. His work starts at 9 a.m. andends at 6 p.m. For his work he gets 700 taka (10 USD) for a month. Hisparents are so poor that they can not afford to send him to school.According to the factory owner, the parents do not care for theirchildren; they send their kids to work for money and allegedly don'tfeel sorry for these small kids. Dhaka 2008
A young laborer making metal components at a factory. Dhaka.Bangladesh
13-year-oldLiyakot Ali works in a silver cooking pot factory in Old Dhaka . Thechildren work 10 hour days in hazardous conditions, for a weekly wageof 200 taka (3 USD). Dhaka Bangladesh June 2008
A child on the side of the road attempts to sell roses to passing commuters in cars and buses. Dhaka .
7-year-oldJasmine collects rubbish from a steaming rubbish heap on a cold wintermorning. She earns money to support her family by scavenging for itemson the Kajla rubbish dump. It is one of three landfill sites in a cityof 12 million people. Around 5,000 tons of garbage are dumped here eachday and more than 1,000 people work among the rubbish, sorting throughthe waste and collecting items to sell to retailers for recycling.
Children at a brick factory in Fatullah. For each 1,000 bricks they carry, they earn the equivalent of 0.9 USD.
A young girl working in a brick crushing factory in Dhaka
Children at a brick factory in Fatullah. For each 1,000 bricks they carry, they earn the equivalent of 0.9 USD.
Handsof 8-year-old Munna while working in a rickshaw parts making factory.He works 10 hours a day and gets 8 USD for a month. Dhaka 2007.
Ten-year-old Shaifur working in a door lock factory in Old Dhaka Unlike his colleague, Shaifur works without a mask.
Eight-year-oldMunna works in a rickshaw factory. He earns about 500 taka (7 USD) amonth, working 10 hours a day. When the production often stops due tolack of electricity, he has time to play. Dhaka 2007
Childrenare compelled to work for long working hours with inadequate or no restperiod. Moreover, they are paid with minimum wages and enjoy no jobsecurity. Many people prefer to employ young boys to maximize servicesfor those minimum wages. Dhaka 2006.
Thirteen-year-oldIslam works in a silver cooking pot factory. He has been working at thefactory for the last two years, in hazardous conditions, where it iscommon practice for the factory owners to take on children as unpaidapprentices, only providing them with two meals a day.
17.5percent of children in the aged 5?5 are engaged in economicactivities. Many of these children are engaged in various hazardousoccupations in manufacturing factories. Dhaka 2006.
Eight-year-oldRazu works in a rickshaw factory. He earns about 500 taka (7 USD) amonth, working 10 hours a day. When the production often stops due tolack of electricity, he has time to play.
Jainalworks in silver cooking pot factory. He is 11 years old. He has beenworking in this factory for three years. His work starts at 9 a.m. andends at 6 p.m. For his work he gets 700 taka (10 USD) for a month. Hisparents are so poor that they can not afford to send him to school.According to the factory owner, the parents do not care for theirchildren; they send their kids to work for money and allegedly don'tfeel sorry for these small kids. Dhaka 2008
A young laborer making metal components at a factory. Dhaka.Bangladesh
13-year-oldLiyakot Ali works in a silver cooking pot factory in Old Dhaka . Thechildren work 10 hour days in hazardous conditions, for a weekly wageof 200 taka (3 USD). Dhaka Bangladesh June 2008
A child on the side of the road attempts to sell roses to passing commuters in cars and buses. Dhaka .
7-year-oldJasmine collects rubbish from a steaming rubbish heap on a cold wintermorning. She earns money to support her family by scavenging for itemson the Kajla rubbish dump. It is one of three landfill sites in a cityof 12 million people. Around 5,000 tons of garbage are dumped here eachday and more than 1,000 people work among the rubbish, sorting throughthe waste and collecting items to sell to retailers for recycling.
Children at a brick factory in Fatullah. For each 1,000 bricks they carry, they earn the equivalent of 0.9 USD.
A young girl working in a brick crushing factory in Dhaka
Children at a brick factory in Fatullah. For each 1,000 bricks they carry, they earn the equivalent of 0.9 USD.
Handsof 8-year-old Munna while working in a rickshaw parts making factory.He works 10 hours a day and gets 8 USD for a month. Dhaka 2007.
Ten-year-old Shaifur working in a door lock factory in Old Dhaka Unlike his colleague, Shaifur works without a mask.
Eight-year-oldMunna works in a rickshaw factory. He earns about 500 taka (7 USD) amonth, working 10 hours a day. When the production often stops due tolack of electricity, he has time to play. Dhaka 2007
Childrenare compelled to work for long working hours with inadequate or no restperiod. Moreover, they are paid with minimum wages and enjoy no jobsecurity. Many people prefer to employ young boys to maximize servicesfor those minimum wages. Dhaka 2006.
Thirteen-year-oldIslam works in a silver cooking pot factory. He has been working at thefactory for the last two years, in hazardous conditions, where it iscommon practice for the factory owners to take on children as unpaidapprentices, only providing them with two meals a day.
17.5percent of children in the aged 5?5 are engaged in economicactivities. Many of these children are engaged in various hazardousoccupations in manufacturing factories. Dhaka 2006.
Eight-year-oldRazu works in a rickshaw factory. He earns about 500 taka (7 USD) amonth, working 10 hours a day. When the production often stops due tolack of electricity, he has time to play.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
SCHOOL
School is starting, and there is suddenly so many things to do!!! The hols has been wonderful, but now it's a whole new adventure (man, am i getting optimistic?) and will you believe it I can't wait for school to start...and yet there is this reluctance somewhere around my neck area (or isit sweat? the weather is terrible)...
And I got a lady tutor for the first time! Prof Tse Swee Ling Nee Yu, the aki Year 3 coordinator. And then for P2 I will have Alan Woo!! Do any of you remember Alan? Haha he was my year 1 tutor...I wonder how he'll think I've progressed since then? I hope for the better, haha...hhmmmm. I GOT ALAN AGAIN!! @@ oh man that reality just hit me in the face.
I'm taking two more cores, History and Theory of Western Architecture lead by Lillian Chee (who is super on the ball) and Management and Human Relations (I don't know how this will be). Also, I am taking Japanese 1. And I am very scared that I'll die. Haha. Our Jap Lecturer is also super on the ball. I'm dropping Thai 1 even though I got it. I figure I can't handle two languages heh.
Okay. School is officially starting tommorow, and I am officially having to work on National Day. Oh well.
And I got a lady tutor for the first time! Prof Tse Swee Ling Nee Yu, the aki Year 3 coordinator. And then for P2 I will have Alan Woo!! Do any of you remember Alan? Haha he was my year 1 tutor...I wonder how he'll think I've progressed since then? I hope for the better, haha...hhmmmm. I GOT ALAN AGAIN!! @@ oh man that reality just hit me in the face.
I'm taking two more cores, History and Theory of Western Architecture lead by Lillian Chee (who is super on the ball) and Management and Human Relations (I don't know how this will be). Also, I am taking Japanese 1. And I am very scared that I'll die. Haha. Our Jap Lecturer is also super on the ball. I'm dropping Thai 1 even though I got it. I figure I can't handle two languages heh.
Okay. School is officially starting tommorow, and I am officially having to work on National Day. Oh well.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Faithful
as i wait for You, maybe i'm made more faithful...
There's distance in the air and I cannot make it leave
i wave my arms' round about me and blow with all my might
I cannot sense you close, though I know you're always here
But the comfort of you near is what i long for
[CHORUS]
When I can't feel you, I have learned to reach out just the same
When I can't hear you, I know you still hear every word I pray
And I want you more than i want to live another day
And as I wait for you, maybe I'm made more faithful
All the folly of the past, though I know it is undone
i still feel the guilty one, still trying to make it right
So i whisper soft your name, let it roll around my tongue,
knowing you're the only one who knows me
You know me
[CHORUS]
When I can't feel you, I have learned to reach out just the same
When I can't hear you, I know you still hear every word I pray
And I want you more than i want to live another day
And as I wait for you, maybe I'm made more faithful
[BRIDGE]
Show me how I should live this
Show me where I should walk
I count this world as lost to me
You are all I want
You are all I want
When I can't feel you, I have learned to reach out just the same
When I can't hear you, I know you still hear every word I pray
And I want you more than i want to live another day
And as I wait for you, maybe I'm made more faithful
unrelated: when a person does something wrong or makes a mistake, it isn't time to judge, it's time to love. the mistake is over, the lesson learned...let God be the judge. Even Jesus never condemned the prostitute, but told her to go forth and sin no more. how can we condemn?
it's time i put my own philosophies into practice :)
and another matter...what UE's shall i take???
There's distance in the air and I cannot make it leave
i wave my arms' round about me and blow with all my might
I cannot sense you close, though I know you're always here
But the comfort of you near is what i long for
[CHORUS]
When I can't feel you, I have learned to reach out just the same
When I can't hear you, I know you still hear every word I pray
And I want you more than i want to live another day
And as I wait for you, maybe I'm made more faithful
All the folly of the past, though I know it is undone
i still feel the guilty one, still trying to make it right
So i whisper soft your name, let it roll around my tongue,
knowing you're the only one who knows me
You know me
[CHORUS]
When I can't feel you, I have learned to reach out just the same
When I can't hear you, I know you still hear every word I pray
And I want you more than i want to live another day
And as I wait for you, maybe I'm made more faithful
[BRIDGE]
Show me how I should live this
Show me where I should walk
I count this world as lost to me
You are all I want
You are all I want
When I can't feel you, I have learned to reach out just the same
When I can't hear you, I know you still hear every word I pray
And I want you more than i want to live another day
And as I wait for you, maybe I'm made more faithful
unrelated: when a person does something wrong or makes a mistake, it isn't time to judge, it's time to love. the mistake is over, the lesson learned...let God be the judge. Even Jesus never condemned the prostitute, but told her to go forth and sin no more. how can we condemn?
it's time i put my own philosophies into practice :)
and another matter...what UE's shall i take???
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