"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."
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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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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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