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read between the lines
mad about grpwork *i decided to edit this, n take out some parts after leaving it here for awhile (so i guess it's a bonus if u read my blog everyday, cos u'd have had this small window of time to view it...haha) for very duh reasons.ah....i wait for the day when they say, no more groupwork! but alas, that will never happen. everywhere, every point in ur life, u'll encounter groupwork. and shitty characters to boot....most of them. as u can tell, i am currently pissed rite now. jus got back and found that whoever who's supposed to send me stuff to do totally bypassed me and sent it to the one above me. therein lies the problem. seriously, the person above me is really....unprofessional in that person's job conduct. whatever lah. all i noe is, working in a group is...challenging. all i can do is pray and ask god to help me. how will he do it? either he'll change me or he'll change the ppl that i'm working with, as in change ppl internally. or maybe both. sigh.... last week god was testing me on being content with....not-so-good marks. it was relly trying...but i relly felt like he was challenging my statement, my conviction when i said that i was willing to leave everything behind for him. are you willing to leave behind good marks even though it's not because u slacked or didn't do ur work? i could hear Him say. it cud be that he is asking that of me now. like that switchfoot song i heard below, "all that's in my head is in Your hands". jon (the songwriter) cudn't be more clearer. and yes, switchfoot was on repeat mode when i was in the bus today. Home by SWITCHFOOT It's a long way from Miami to LA It's a longer way from yesterday To where I am today It's a long way from my thoughts to what I'll say It's a long, long way from paradise to where I am today All that's in my head is in Your hands It's a long way from the moon up to the sun It's a longer road ahead of me, the road that I've begun Stop to think of all the time that I've lost Start to think of all the bridges that I've burned that must be crossed Over, over, over Take me over I've been poison I've been rain I've been fooled again I've seen ashes shine like chrome Someday I'll see home Home, home I can see the stars from way down here But I can't fall asleep behind the wheel It's a long way from the shadows in my cave up to Your reality to watch the sunlight taking me over Over, over Taking over Take me over I've been poison I've been rain I've been fooled again I've seen ashes shine like chrome Someday I'll see home All that's in my head is in Your hands If it's in my head it's in Your hands If it's in my head it's in Your hands It's in Your hands.... note: "Home" here refers to heaven....yes, how my spirit groans to reach its destination sometimes, because we know we're all pilgrims here on earth. but if there's anything good i've learned thru pain, it's that at least my focus is on what is right and my thoughts, though thoughts of unhappiness (if that's even the right word for it...i was looking for the opposite of "happy"), are pure. |
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