Angel Eyes

An expectant woman had to be rushed to hospital due to complications with her pregnancy. If she managed to deliver a baby (or more) alive, she would be entitled to three months' worth of paid maternity leave. If she delivered a stillborn, she would be entitled to a week's worth of paid sick leave. When a woman is doing all in her abilities to deliver a new life into the world, and some other factors defy her, would her right/entitlement be reduced for something she has no control over? This is a puzzling question: deciding how one performs (and therefore should be rewarded) from an event that one has little control over.

According to managerial accounting theory, that's unfair.

Oh well, back to something less academic. I'm graduating tomorrow/today! It somehow seems like a waste of time to sit and stay put for 2+ hours to receive a piece of paper you paid with tens of thousands of dollars, blood, sweat, tears etc. It's a funny proposition to think of, after all. I will be missing out on the hats, as many other Bachelor graduates from Melbourne would experience, but that's still OK. There is something I actually want to avoid... the typical graduation photo pose! It's a good turn-off to have your picture displayed on a mantelpiece, with a cringe-worthy smile. I'll think of a way to get over this problem though ^.^ I'm also looking forward to have my pictures informally taken with Xeline, Pau and Dd. That would be great ^^

I'm still looking for a job, and still looking forward to get out of LLB (somehow.) The issues raised were interesting, though. I am reading a case where the legality of marriage is argued because one of the parties married to was originally a girl who underwent sex change operation because she had been feeling and living like a guy all her life. Well, he got married to a plain girl (let me be particular here), and they were arguing whether he was a guy to start the marriage off with. I'm honestly against sex change operations since I think it's not your place to change your sex as you change your wardrobe, but I'm also against people not acting out of their heart... both points are contradictory to each other. I guess to become a legal professional, you just disengage your brain from your heart. That is hard to do.

This makes me even think more that I do not belong to the legal profession, but the creative expressions profession. Sigh. My parents weren't thrilled with my current condition, let alone letting me choose which profession I will take up.

I had a chat with a good friend of mine a couple of days ago. The points he made really make sense, and they are eye-openers.

Also mentioning about the deviantart clandestine site: go here if you want to. There's a selection of arts on offer, and I'm happy to let you have it as long as you don't plagiarise it. I'll be adding more pieces as I go along... hehehe... I'm looking forward to try on the Painter IX program. Some people have said it practically is like a digitalised painting session, but I'm yet to try this on (still looking for a Wacom tablet soft-loan ^^; ) I'd try drawing Bandit.

Anyway, need to go to bed now. Take care! ^o^

So tonight I'll ask the stars above
How did I ever win your love
What did I do,
what did I say?
To turn your angel eyes my way.

But for Your Grace

Learning to be thankful of what I have and what I do not, yet again.

Missing you. Take care.

But for Your grace, I cannot be saved
But for Your grace, I would go my way
I'm forever grateful
that You have been faithful to me, Lord
For Your amazing grace

Kiss of Heaven

The administrative bugs were on me today. I went on a paperworks-tidying campaign. Now that VP's paperworks are done to the maximum (sorted, receipts and disbursements recorded), I was planning to move to cleaning out my summer semester's bits of paper. The big paperbag did not do much appeal to my eyes, hence it would probably be done tomorrow evening. Glad to know that Melb Uni's paperworks are almost done, with the exception of making some sort of cash journal >.<>

As for now, they are in a PINK folder though. I will be looking for a new home for these pieces of paper, as the pink colour and the design are bit of a turn-off.

Talking about which, I need to get organised for LLB and recharge my 'batteries', as an assignment's already due to be handed in next week (don't know how to hand it in either, considering I'm on distance education.) Having a host to show you around, and to help you out if you happen to be the lucky ones, is certainly helpful - I'll make this point to Sophie! Unfortunately she's off on a maternity leave, so I just have to work out her personal number by either (1) relying on Google, or (2) asking around. In general, this week so far has been packed.

Now to some leisurely things... as well as a textbook, I bought a sealing stamp and some seal wax on my trip to Il Papiro on Degraves Street, down in the City on Thursday. Some of you might have already known my love of stationery... erm... I'd like to delete that chapter of Morning Glory mania from my memory. Anyway, the store I went to is a store that sells handmade Italian paper, leather-bound notebooks and albums, personalise-able name cards, letter-writing kits and other tidbits like Venetian glass pens, sterling silver pens and wax seal kits. If you can bear to wait up to four weeks, you can pretty much personalise what you want, from your own monogrammed letterhead to a one-off sealing stamp (it is quite pricey at around $100-$120, as the shopkeeper lady said.)

The whole point of the Il Papiro store is that I love scriptic handwritings with sepia ink on nice paper, and have it sealed with wax. It is quite relaxing to take your time to write a sentence or two on a piece of paper, as it gives you time to think for the words you are about to churn out. I take some three to five seconds to think of what I am about to write, as well as how to [technically] write it... in the case of MSN Messenger, it usually takes me 0.5 seconds before the keyboard starts clacking.

While I was hanging around after BBQ today (or better still, yesterday,) I was running a flashback of scenes in my mind. The conclusion is that we know not what we are blessed with until the blessing is taken away from us. Well, I believe so. Even though the idea is not nice to live with, it seems to happen to me on a good deal of occasions, which increases the 'truth' factor in its claim. It feels like He is treating me the way a jeweller gets sterling silver out of silver ore.

(A technical point to make: sterling silver stands for silver alloy that contains AT LEAST 92.5% pure silver, and does NOT strictly apply to 92.5% pure silver alloys only.)

I am hoping some people would actually be able to make it to the retreat... sigh...

Oh, and lastly, I am graduating on the sixteenth. And I am also hoping my parents won't pose much of a barrier against me going to Queensland the coming holiday. Hehehehe... I love them, but I want to look after myself as well.

A pointer on the song: if you can manage to find it somewhere (MP3/CD/Kazaa), listen to it. If the lyrics do not appeal to you, the music's nice and great to jazz your eyes up. It makes me want to dance ^o^

It's way past 2AM and I gotta wake up early tomorrow morning... there's still two appeal letters to finish @__@ argh! Plus, there is music practice at 10AM, so the morning's not for sleeping in. It's driving me nuts, the residency appeal. I'm lucky Tata have pretty good ears (or deaf ones? :p) she cops a lot of "me-going-nutzer" MSN sessions. Thanks a lot, girl ^^ much appreciated.

OK, good night everybody! Or rather, good dawn... ^^;

I'm walking a new walk
I'll never be the same again
Dancing a new dance
in Your Holy Spirit rain
Your breath of life has overwhelmed me
and set my spirit free

I'm living a new life
underneath Your morning star
Running a new race
in the shadow of Your love
Your love is immeasurable
Too deep to comprehend

My Jesus, dream maker
My Jesus, life giver
I'm living under the kiss of heaven
and I'll never, ever be the same again.