"but the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. against such things there is no law."
galatians5//22-23 |
| Wednesday, August 31, 2005 |
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By Jean-Jacques Goldman, who i did my French oral on...
C'était un cordonnier, sans rien d'particulier
Dans un village dont le nom m'a échappé
Qui faisait des souliers si jolis, si légers
Que nos vies semblaient un peu moins lourdes à porter
Il y mettait du temps, du talent et du coeur
Ainsi passait sa vie au milieu de nos heures
Et loin des beaux discours, des grandes théories
A sa tâche chaque jour, on pouvait dire de lui
Il changeait la vie
C'était un professeur, un simple professeur
Qui pensait que savoir était un grand trésor
Que tous les moins que rien n'avaient pour s'en sortir
Que l'école et le droit qu'a chacun de s'instruire
Il y mettait du temps, du talent et du coeur
Ainsi passait sa vie au milieu de nos heures
Et loin des beaux discours, des grandes théories
A sa tâche chaque jour, on pouvait dire de lui
Il changeait la vie
C'était un p'tit bonhomme, rien qu'un tout p'tit bonhomme
Malhabile et rêveur, un peu loupé en somme
Se croyait inutile, banni des autres hommes
Il pleurait sur son saxophone
Il y mit tant de temps, de larmes et de douleur
Les rêves de sa vie, les prisons de son coeur
Et loin des beaux discours, des grandes théories
Inspiré jour après jour de son souffle et de ses cris
Il changeait la vie
There was a cobbler, a simple cobbler
In a village whose name escapes me
Who made shoes so nice, so light
That our lives seemed a little less heavy to bear
He took his time, with talent and heart
And spent his life this way in the middle of ours
Far from meaningless speeches, and grand plans
Sticking to his task each day, one could say of him
He changed life
There was a teacher, a simple teacher
Who thought that knowledge was a great treasure
And all the 'good-for-nothing's had only school
And their right to education to make something of their lives
He took his time, with talent and heart
And spent his life this way in the middle of ours
Far from meaningless speeches, and grand plans
Sticking to his task each day, one could say of him
He changed life
He was a little man, nothing but a little man
Awkward and dreamy, in brief, missed a little in life
He thought he was useless, exiled from the other men
He was crying on his saxophone
He spent so much time, tears and pain
The dreams of his life, prisons of his heart
And far from meaningless speeches, and grand plans
Inspired day after day from his breath and his cries
He changed life
He changed life...
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ubersetzen - to translate
This story's called 'Bruderchen und Schwesterchen' - a fairytale
Brüderchen und Schwesterchen gingen von daheim fort, weil ihre Mutter tot war und die Stiefmutter sie schlecht behandelte. Sie schliefen im Wald in einem hohlen Baum. Am nächsten Morgen, als sie aufwachten, schien die Sonne heiß und die Kinder waren durstig. Sie suchten eine Quelle, aus der sie trinken konnten. Aber die böse Stiefmutter konnte zaubern und hatte alle Auellen im Wald verzaubert.
So hörte Schwesterchen im Rauschen der erste Quelle: „Wer hier trinkt, wird ein Tiger!“ Sie tranken nicht, trotz ihres großen Durstes, und suchten eine ander Auelle. Aber das Wasser murmelte: „Wer trinkt, wird ein Wolf.“ Wieder trankens ie nicht. Sie kamen zur dritten Quelle. Hier rauschte das Wasser: „Wer trinkt, wird ein Reh.“ Schwesterchen bat, aber Brüderchen war zu durstig, terank un wurde ein junges Reh.
Da weinte Schwesterchen sehr. Sie gingen tiefer in den Wald hinein und fanden ein kleines, verlassenes Haus. Hier blieben und wohnten sie nun. Das Mädchen suchte Wurzeln, Beeren und Nüsse zum Essen, das Rehlein fraß das grüne Gras und abends legte Schwesterchen den Kopf auf den Rücken des Rehleins und schlief so ein.
Nachdem sie lange allein gelebt hatten, kam eines Tages der König zur Jagd in den Wald. Er jagte dem Reh nach und fand das Häuschen. Als er eintrat, war er sehr erstaunt, denn Schwesterchen war inzwischen ein schönes junges Mädchen geworden. Er nahm sie als seinen Frau auf sein Schloß it, und das Reh, von dem sie sich nicht trennen wollte, kam auch mit.
So lebten sie alle glücklich und zufrieden. Aber die böse Stiefmutter hatte eine häßliche, einäugige Tochter, di auch gern Königin gewesen wäre. Als Schwesterchen, die junge Königin, einen kleinen Sohn bekommen hatte, kam die alte Hexe in der Gestalt der Dienerin. Sie richtete ein Bad für die Königin und machte ein so großes Feuer, daß die Königen bald erstickte.
Nun legte die böse Frau ihre eigene häßliche Tochter in das Bett der Königin und zog die vorhänge zu. Es gelang ihr, den König einige Tage lang zu täuschen. Aber immer um Mitternacht sah die Kinderfrau, wie die Tür sich leise öffnete, wie die richtige Königin zum Bett ihre Kindes trat, es auf den Arm nahm und ihm zu trinken gab. Dann verschwand sie wieder, nachdem sie noch das Reh gestreichelt hatte.
Endlich beschloß die Kinderfrau, dem König davon zu erzählen. Der König wachte nun nachts und sah die Erscheinung. Beim erstenmal hatte er nicht den Mut, zu ihr zu sprechen. Beim zweitenmal aber sprang er zu ihr und sagte: „Du kannst keine andere sein als meine liebe Frau“ und faßte sie bei der Hand. Ind iesem Augenblick gab Gott ihr das Leben wieder, und sie war frisch und gesund wie vorher. Die böse Hexe aber wurde zum Tod verurteilt.
Als sie strab, bekam auch das Reh seine menschliche Gestalt wieder. Der Bruder lebte nun glücklich zusammen mit seiner Schwester und ihrer Familie. |
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| i refuse to do your 5 weird things, Nay... well i don't... but i'm not gonna do it now... maybe later... when my German and Japanese tests are over... possibly also Maths... besides, i can't narrow my weird things down to 5! tis impossible! |
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| Tuesday, August 30, 2005 |
| paniquer |
paniquer - to panic
argh!!! crap crap crap crap crap... crap crap crap crap...
forgot USB drive with everything on it. thank goodness i sent the powerpoint and order of service to mrs morris yesterday... so i could access it from school and print it out for myself... so that's all settled... praying that the chapel service today will go well...
french oral not written and it's due tomorrow! Mme Chartres was like "send it to me when you get home so i can check it" and i'm going *crap crap crap crap crap*
so yes... going off to write about Jean-Jacques Goldman... whose half-brother was a criminal who got assasinated ("died in mysterious circumstances"). |
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| Friday, August 26, 2005 |
| versprechen |
versprechen - to promise
this has been a term of promises... elections are coming up and the statements are coming in... all sorts of promises are made... and it's freaking me out cos next year will be my last year. Our grade will be the ones with all the captains in it and we'll be in charge of things.
did you know the Germans call Genesis 1 Moses??? I was looking up "birthright" for my German oral... and so i go to Genesis and i type in Genesis and it shows up the top as "1 Mose"... yes... biblegateway.com... bookmarked on my home computer
weekend was good-ish... didn't get to say hi to lynn *scowls* or anyone else for that matter, on Sunday... at least i saw most yf-ers on Sat. night.
semi-productiveness happening here... attempting to write french oral...
last night was house... NONE of you radford/grammar boys came... NONE! out of *counts* 5! ah well... it was still good... AND i got two dinners cos when i came home at 9:30, dad was like "did you eat dinner???" and i was like "duh" and dad was like "oh well... guess you won't be wanting this then" and waves noodles under my nose (not literally, but i can exaggerate, can't i?) and i went "ooh ooh!" and ate the noodles too... *so tired now* |
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| Friday, August 19, 2005 |
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i like this so much better!!! especially the pretty swirly stuff on top... and the sidebar's working again... although i still have to put the chatterbox up... should i?
not going to be going on the internet ALL WEEKEND (in an attempt to be a good girl and do some work)... so... this is the last post for this week.. not that i post that regularly anyway...
one year anniversary!!! :D wow... |
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| i won't let you go |
Here's a story of a girl,
Living in the lonely world,
A hidden note,
A secret crush,
A little boy who talks too much.
Well, I'm standing in the crowd,
And when you smile I check you out,
But you don't even know my name,
You're too busy playing games.
And I want you to know,
If you lose your way,
I won't let you go.
[Chorus]
If I cut my hair,
If I change my clothes,
Will you notice me?
If I bite my lip,
If I say hello,
Will you notice me?
Whats it gonna take for you to see
I want you to notice me,
I'll get you notice me...
song from pixel perfect... it's stuck in my head... so i thought i'd at least attempt to get it stuck in yours :P... so relevant for 2 years ago when i was a silly little girl... haven't done anything productive all day... except for maths... which doesn't count as productivity... cos my head was mush and i don't think anything sank in...
DAFFODIL DAY!!! i bought 4 daffodils and amy owes me 3 bucks...
looking fwd to weekend.. it's gonna be a good break *smiles* |
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| Wednesday, August 10, 2005 |
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I AM using my words!!! Really… I am…
This Christian band came to our school to perform today during our RE period… Endless Praise www.epraise.com.au. I liked them… not sure about the rest of the year… heard a few “God is in the house!” comments and such *sigh* great…
Had a talk about this year’s elections on Friday last week… No one else is going for Chapel Captain (which means I’m kinda guaranteed the job, which might be good, but also might be bad… it’s kinda weird… I don’t want to be on the Senior Council just because no one else wanted the job… sorta like I don’t deserve it) and no one’s going for Vice Captain. Rads says that she knows a couple of yr 10’s who were considering going for it… There were at least 6 people last year going for Chapel Captain. Ah well… Have to submit my nomination by next Tuesday
IT WAS SNOWING TODAY!!! Like 3 short periods… Mum & Dot are watching the news and they’re showing the snow… it looks so pretty! Did it settle anywhere?
We were doing the Australian Languages Comp. for French. And someone (Alexia, I think) goes out to blow her nose and comes back in going, “It’s snowing! It’s snowing!”… the rest of us promptly forgot we were doing a competition...
Ahaha… Chapel Choir’s cancelled tomorrow… I’m guessing it’s cos half the girls are gonna be away at Melbourne… ehehe… ah well… we're missing the last rehearsal before the whole school whatever next week... and then the next week's SUIS chapel... ahh!!!!!
40hr famine fundraising not going so well… am hoping to get sponsors from mum’s work tomorrow *crosses fingers*
My grandma’s in hospital again… so if you guys could pray?? Thanks heaps :) |
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| Tuesday, August 02, 2005 |
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Yvonne a.k.a. Von, Mum, Che [姐](Dot), Dada[大大] (Dan), Vonnie, Yv (Ling), Vonnles (which is how Trudy spells it), Vonnals (which is how Jasmine spells it), Von Bon (Ann), Bon Bon (my grandma), Mommy (Nick, who is not very subtle with his hinting), ィヴォン, ボンボンちゃん
O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water. I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory. Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you. I will praise you as long as I live, in your name I will lift up my hands
psalm63.1-4
:: brown hair :: brown eyes :: asian skin :: asian eyes :: asian glasses :: short :: short :: short :: shy :: paranoid :: noisy :: bouncy when i want to be :: gullible :: procrastinator :: perfectionist :: maker-of-dodgy-cookies :: writer-of-dodgy-songs :: dodgy-singer-of-good-songs :: eater-of-almost-everything :: reader-of-almost-everything :: writer-of-almost-nothing :: daughter :: big sister :: little sister :: mum :: friend :: doll ::
| le futur |
:: saturday the 11th ::
5pm.choir
7pm.yf
:: sunday the 12th ::
joyce's birthday
9am.church
11.30am.joyce's birthday lunch
3pm.lulu's choir recital
:: monday the 13th ::
3pm.working
:: wednesday the 15th ::
6pm.work meeting
:: thursday the 16th ::
linguistics transcription assignment due.
:: friday the 17th ::
french writing exercice #2 due.
international ball.
40h famine.
:: saturday the 18th ::
40h famine.
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| je vous promis |
- Spend a considerable amount of time with God every day
- No swearing
- Exercise at least 3 times a week
- Von-time for reflection every month -- analyse how I react to things and people, how close I'm getting to people, etc.
- No lying
- Be more joyful and caring
- Be less selfish
- Be more subtle
- Be more conscientious with money
- Get a job
- Keep said job
- Keep in touch with grammar girls
- Join a gym
- Speak Canto with Lynn
- Speak French with Nay
- Don't lose my languages
- Save up money to visit Rach in America
- Keep up piano
- Spend less time on the internet
- Coffee with Meera and Lynn once a month if Meera's in Canberra
- Looooong walks with Lynn
- Be sensible -- set boundaries and don’t break them
- Be a better daughter
- Keep in touch with (and visit) Mutsumi
- Start reading again
- Finish Emma and Mansfield Park
- Read a Shakespeare play
- Journal more frequently
- Consider keeping a written journal
- Don't depend so much on other people
- Make time for Lynn, Meera and Nay
- Keep in touch with Grammar people -- esp. Lulu and Claire
- Weekly/monthly Grammar coffees
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