Today, I figured that my love shack has a problem with either its radiator or air-cond compressor. The air cond is not cooling and the temperature of my car rises out of the normal range while I was driving. I decide to let it rest for few days (since I have not got my May salary) and borrow my dad's car from my brother. I'll be sending over to Perodua Service Centre on Monday for a routine maintenance and also to fix the problem. I hope it is nothing serious though....
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Broken Strings - James Morrison Feat. Nelly Furtado
Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything
When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell something that ain't real
Well the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late (too late)
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain't real
Well truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything
When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell something that ain't real
Well the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late (too late)
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain't real
Well truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
Packing Up Things in the Office
Today I started my Monday with packing up my things in the office. My office will be under renovation for about 2 months starting this Thursday.
All together, there are 7 big boxes of my treasure (mostly books and notes from my professional and masters courses). It's a bit tiring especially when my right foot is still in pain (that's a different story altogether!).
But I managed to keep everything by noon. So I guess, it's ok. Now, my room is almost empty. Tomorrow, the technician will be here to pack up my computer. So, after this, I'll be using my notebook again but with no office. I'll be "FLOATING" around the campus and especially will be sitting in the library to do my work.
Hopefully, the newly renovated room will be pleasant to stay.
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