"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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| Sunday, December 31, 2006 |
| 寂しがる |
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Hope we're gonna have fun tonight at Yenni's. And hope I get my resolutions written. Hmmm... |
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| Wednesday, December 27, 2006 |
| 別れる |
I was going through my English notes the other day to find some Barrett Browning, and look who I found! I love Donne. He's absolutely gorgeous and I love this poem too. *squeeeeeeee*
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls, to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"The breath goes now," and some say, "No:"
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears;
Men reckon what it did, and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refin'd,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the' other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end, where I begun.
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| Tuesday, December 26, 2006 |
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I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby I'm sure
And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door
Now every time I go to the mailbox, gotta hold myself down
'Cause I just can't wait till you write me you're coming around
Now I'm walking on sunshine, oh oh!
I'm walking on sunshine, oh oh!
I'm walking on sunshine, oh oh!
And don't it feel good!
I used to think maybe you loved me, now I know that it's true
But I just can't spend my whole life just-a waiting for you
I don't want you back for the weekend, not back for a day
'Cause baby I just want you back and I want you to stay
Now I'm walking on sunshine, oh oh!I'm walking on sunshine, oh oh!
I'm walking on sunshine, oh oh!
And don't it feel good!
Walking on sunshine
Walking on sunshine
I feel alive, I feel a love, I feel a love that's really real
I feel alive, I feel a love, I feel a love that's really real
I'm on sunshine baby, oh yeah!
I'm on sunshine baby
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| Monday, December 25, 2006 |
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I know I owe many of you a post! But no time, seeing as it's past 1 in the morning and I have to be at church at 10! *gasp* This is the latest that I've stayed up in a very long time. Also the first time that I've heard the house all quiet since then.
Heaps has happened since I last posted. Mutsumi and her mum are down from Nara, Japan, as many of you would know... being as they came to church this morning. Yay! And it's Christmas Day (or Early Morning, if you want to be precise)!!! SOME people are surprisingly unenthusiastic. It doesn't feel like Christmas, but I'm still waaaay too excited to go to bed. So...
MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYBODY!!!! :D :D :D :D :D
Am loving having 2 extra members to my family. It makes it almost big family-esque. We don't all properly fit at the dining room table! *gasp* AND having a semi-real big sibling is fun. Even though she's kinda adopted too. *sigh* I have some problem that makes me adopt big siblings left, right, and centre. But I love them all. *big huggle*
Thanks to Nick, Ling+Dan and Joyce for the prezzies today. Apologies to everyone who really does deserve a present/card and who won't be getting one. In all fairness, I didn't even get my teachers stuff and I'm never gonna see them again. :o Can't believe Year 12 is over. UAI wasn't bad -- 92.85 as most of you will have already found out from someone. I think I could have done better so everyone's "but it really is good!" isn't really helping. Ah well.
Carols with the "Senior Chapel Choir" (i.e. Claire, Lulu, Tessa and Avril) went well-ish. Raised almost $80 for Anglicare on the two days. Which is fair considering we sucked quite a bit. Well done, everyone!
For Christmas (and New Year's) this year, I pray that everyone can be as happy as I am now, even with the crying this afternoon and everything else. Joyful might be a better word. Everything's just GOOD, you know?
For Lynn and Adit because this song will forever remind me of them.
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map
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| Sunday, December 17, 2006 |
| réjouir |
| congrats to ken li, wye li, dev and aunty ping (and all other baptism candidates)!!! *eeeek* so happy! as nay says, your baptism makes me smile like this ^__________________________________________________________________________________^ |
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| Monday, December 11, 2006 |
| tomber |
ack... 10 things i hate about you... where's my cookies and cream icecream?!
Oh, I can't take another heartache Though you say you're my friend I'm at my wits end You say your love is bonafide But that don't coincide With the things that you do When I ask you to be nice You say you gotta be Cruel to be kind, in the right measure Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign Cruel to be kind, means that I love you Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind Well, I do my best to understand, dear But you still mystify, and I wanna know why I pick myself up off the ground And have you knock me back down And when I ask you to explain You say you gotta be Cruel to be kind, in the right measure Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign Cruel to be kind, means that I love you Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind |
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| Sunday, December 10, 2006 |
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I'd post for Timothy, but I have nothing to say.
Today was sooo long. And I think I'll call Lynn now. |
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| Wednesday, December 06, 2006 |
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Ok, the combination of Kelly Clarkson (my library's set to randomly play songs) and reading Tara's post of German tourists has set me in a teary mood.
2 weeks into the holidays, it suddenly strikes me how much I miss lovely, lovely German, Japanese and French conversations. Which will probably never ever happen again. I miss the German accent which reminds me of home/school life. And reading Sylvia's mag page makes me want to laugh until I cry.
"I'll always remember... When us crazy German girls hid away from Frau Schiessl for like 15 minutes one lesson and made her look for us. We thought it was hilarious but Frau Schiessl didn't quite see it that way, wonder why?"
Talking to Mariam today too. Looks like both our French have gone slightly rusty. *von rummaging through the trash for the word for Friday* It's vendredi. And talking to Nick about creme brulee too. Makes me want to gather us all for one last one at chez Christophe.
And mag page cut out all my Chinese and Japanese characters! Well, half of them. But that's still really annoying. *mutters darkly* Argh. Have to go talk to Heidi Sensei. But Japanese was my top language this semester! (Not counting English, of course, because it doesn't count)
Have to go give teachers their Christmas cards... once I write them. Hmmm. |
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| Tuesday, December 05, 2006 |
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I guess I kinda figure I owe you guys a post. You'll be sick of the photos by now, yeah?
Well, today was BSSS checking day -- checking all the scores from the past 2 years. It's disturbing that my life might all hang on this moment. Also ironic that this is my best semester overall, particularly because the night before my french oral I went "yeah... I kinda know the story. I kinda know the vocab too. I can kinda hold a conversation. I'm tired. I'm going to bed." Best oral interview mark ever! Why didn't I do this before?! (Kidding, Mum, really.)
But yes. Very happy with marks. Can stop worrying and doing nerdy things like making a spreadsheet for my marks.
Year 12 Mag came out today too. Very fun to see what everyone had to say. But a tad disappointed that there were typos in names, though. That's harsh. And so was paying out fellow students on your page. *huggles Lene* We love you, Charlene, you're absolutely gorgeous. |
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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
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:: 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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