Find Your Wings

A beautiful song by Mark Harris. Time to spread my wings and fly 😉

Mark HarrisFind Your Wings
From the album The Line Between The Two

It’s only for a moment you are mine to hold
The plans that heaven has for you
Will all too soon unfold
So many different prayers I’ll pray
For all that you might do
But most of all I’ll want to know
You’re walking in the truth
And If I never told you
I want you to know
As I watch you grow

Chorus:
I pray that God would fill your heart with dreams
And that faith gives you the courage
To dare to do great things
I’m here for you whatever this life brings
So let my love give you roots
And help you find your wings

May passion be the wind
That leads you through your days
And may conviction keep you strong
Guide you on your way
May there be many moments
That make your life so sweet
Oh, but more than memories

Chorus:
It’s not living if you don’t reach for the sky
I’ll have tears as you take off
But I’ll cheer as you fly

I Smile

sunrise

I smile when I think about
the way You turned my life around.
I smile when I think about
the happiness in You I’ve found.
I’m so amazed at what your love has done.
And when I think the best is yet to come, I smile.

Russ Lee, I Smile.

I was just wondering what a good day like this might bring when the compressor tripped. Darn. Hundred thousands of dollars up in the flames just because something that’s worth a mere eighty dollars decided to throw a tantrum and refused to work. Why didn’t the designers and scientists do something about those idiotic devices? Wait a minute, that’s what keep me busy (and ultimately my paycheque) in the first place. I shouldn’t be complaining 😛

Violated

what's left behind

My roommate appeared at the hallway, looking totally flabbergasted. His “girlfriend” was nowhere to be found. But there were two oranges lying on the same spot where he had left her.

She was VIOLATED. That was how the boyfriend put it.

Anybody fancies some oranges? I promise I won’t ask what you do with them 😆

Amused

I was utterly amused when I entered my room yesterday evening. Apparently, my roommates were candid enough to make a “doll” utilizing what we’ve got offshore.

Frankly, I think the guys were creative. In fact, they were quite expressive with their presentation – pronounced boob, the black stocking, and the inevitable fantasized genital. All too astounding not to give them a perfect score for creating this masterpiece.

And the surprising thing is there weren’t any snores throughout the night yesterday. Perhaps the doll is charmed? 😉

Note: Forgive me if you find this offensive. It’s just too good not to put it up here. For me, it is a reflection of what lies deep down inside of you. The guys probably didn’t realise their “artwork” is also a mirror of their hormones unleashed. Hee…