All this time I was hoping one day that, yes, the job in my own hometown would come to me. But now that the chance is here, its a bit contradicting.
What am I think? Am I not hate the current job I am doing? Or in fact I like this job? Or am I not willing to leave this post because of certain really? Am I looking forward to something? This is really me. I think too much, you always say me, am I??
To be honest, I want to stay in my current post. I still have several things to look forward to. Firstly, it would be the new chair and new partitioning. Secondly, it would be a person. And third, it would be another people. What this 2 persons are about there isn't anything that might concern anyone, I guess.. It is just for me that, well it is one of the factors.
Something was disturbing me today, because after yesterday, the things keep on happening stop to happen again. And another thing is that I wasn't being viewed. And it is really troubling me.
Still the same old line, why me?
This is the song that I fancy so much. Why so? I dunno why. Find out yourself^^
Everybody looking for that something
Something that makes it all complete
You find it in the strangest places
A place you never knew it could be
Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lovers' eyes
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you've found that special thing
You're flying without wings
Some find it sharing every morning
Some in their solitary life
You find it in the words of others
A simple line can make you laugh or cry
You find it in the deepest friendship
The kind you cherish all your life
And when you know how much that means
When you've found that special thing
You're flying without wings
So impossible as it may seem
You've got to fight for every dream
Cos' who's to know
Which one you'll let go
Would have made you complete
Well for me it is waking up beside you
To watch the sunrise on your face
To know that I can say I love you
For any given time or place
Its little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine
It is like flying without wings
Cos your my special thing
I'm flying without wings
And that's the joy my life begins
And you'll be where it ends
I'm flying without wings
And that's the joy you brings
I'm flying without wings...
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