Postlabs 1 and 2 make up precisely 23.33% of 70% of 10 out of 120 credits of my Second Year, which in total makes up 30% of my overall degree programme.
And I, submitted it at precisely 4.00pm 31/10/2016 which is the exact deadline given.
After I pressed SUBMIT, I saw the words:
UPLOADING 1%...
UPLOADING 2%...
UPLOADING 3%..
UPLOADING 68%....
4.02pm "The uploading is taking longer than expected. Click 'cancel' to continue or click 'OK' to try saving it again."
*Cold sweats*
*Clicks 'Cancel'*
The pressure for my assignment to go through the system when I am a few minutes past the deadline was mind-freezingly intense. I was already counting how low my overall marks will be if the system rejected it, and I am left with a sorry 0%.
Please God, please God, let it get through...
Finally, the uploading finished.
...Waiting for online.manchester....
Please please please God
A new window popped up:
YOUR TEST HAS BEEN SUBMITTED.
HURRAY!! ON MY KNEES TO PRAY.
I am so tired. Can't believe how much these assignment can mean/do to me.
God is so good.
*Types this post*
Monday, 31 October 2016
Monday, 24 October 2016
Gifts from heaven
It is so weird.
3.43am I woke up and heard my housemates talking. They weren't asleep yet. I faintly remember dreaming about stargazing on a field with my friends.
After coming back from a pee, I saw something blinking in the nightsky and so I put on my glasses. They were stars! So bright and twinkling in the clear night sky I could hardly believe. I can clearly see them shimmering red and white. And the moon sitting by like a fair Lady.
Talk about dreams coming true.
Thank God.
3.43am I woke up and heard my housemates talking. They weren't asleep yet. I faintly remember dreaming about stargazing on a field with my friends.
After coming back from a pee, I saw something blinking in the nightsky and so I put on my glasses. They were stars! So bright and twinkling in the clear night sky I could hardly believe. I can clearly see them shimmering red and white. And the moon sitting by like a fair Lady.
Talk about dreams coming true.
Thank God.
Saturday, 20 August 2016
The Perspective In Losing.
But, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, so is victory.
He worked so hard, he was so good to the end. For us.
When, to him, he had nothing to cheer for, the whole nation cheered him on. And I want so much to be like that too.
He lost the game, but he won our respect.*salutes
Tuesday, 2 August 2016
Stress
I, right got so many stress now.
Like I need to make my summer count so like so many things to learn/do.
Ideas: Piano, violin, R, prison visitation, hospital visitation, plan trip to see family etc. much loves. but much stress. wai
Like I need to make my summer count so like so many things to learn/do.
Ideas: Piano, violin, R, prison visitation, hospital visitation, plan trip to see family etc. much loves. but much stress. wai
Wednesday, 27 July 2016
Anger
I feel like an angry old man sometimes.
Sometimes, I can be quiet and nod but inside I be like:
"I just wanna slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapp you man,"
Sunday, 17 July 2016
Thirst
The passing thought to dance in lighted fountains was brought to mind when this happened today. The fountain came on.
Reminded me of someone who told me something similar he saw, and his anticipation and excitement of what it may bring.
Saturday, 16 July 2016
Muse and Joy
"Darling please come out of your spell
'Cause I miss you
I miss you"
---Cinderella, Steve Moakler
[ view from a 27th floor apartment in Sheffield]
Remember my muse to drink champagne by myself in a tall building faintly hearing the noise on the street in Italy?
Well it didn't all come in that package but im delighted it came at all as it was just a tiny magical desire. I drank more alcohol in this past academic year than any years in my life; was in Italy just about a week ago; now I will be sleeping next to this magnificent view for the next 3 nights. Thank you dear Lord Jesus Christ.
I wondered why it didn't come together in the way I imagined it. Maybe certain things in life come in bits and pieces, by and by, and to the waiting collector they will build up into a thing of beauty. Then she would say, she won't have it any other way.
*on a side note, I fell for Four in Allegiant, Ten in She Was Pretty. And I bought a denim skirt from the inspiration from Cheese in the Trap for £14. Hmm.. numbers...
"If all of life comes down to love
Then love must be more than sentiment
More than selfishness and selfish gain"
--- Arms Wide Open, Misty Edwards
'Cause I miss you
I miss you"
---Cinderella, Steve Moakler
Remember my muse to drink champagne by myself in a tall building faintly hearing the noise on the street in Italy?
Well it didn't all come in that package but im delighted it came at all as it was just a tiny magical desire. I drank more alcohol in this past academic year than any years in my life; was in Italy just about a week ago; now I will be sleeping next to this magnificent view for the next 3 nights. Thank you dear Lord Jesus Christ.
I wondered why it didn't come together in the way I imagined it. Maybe certain things in life come in bits and pieces, by and by, and to the waiting collector they will build up into a thing of beauty. Then she would say, she won't have it any other way.
*on a side note, I fell for Four in Allegiant, Ten in She Was Pretty. And I bought a denim skirt from the inspiration from Cheese in the Trap for £14. Hmm.. numbers...
"If all of life comes down to love
Then love must be more than sentiment
More than selfishness and selfish gain"
--- Arms Wide Open, Misty Edwards
Saturday, 9 July 2016
Dreamy poet
[ Random photo of a street in Vernazza, Cinque Terre. ]
The moon reflected a gleaming path on the sea towards me, but are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark
Slowly but surely, He fulfills my unspoken dreams, also those on hopelessness I parked
Friday, 17 June 2016
Wishes and Dreams Come True
I have always wanted to live in a big big house, and I have also wanted to live in a boarding school, like dorms, like in "Malory Towers". God presented to me Ashburne Hall, a hall that were not in 3 of my choices for University Halls but I got it anyway, a hall that my parents and I thought was a bad option, but it turned out to be the hall of my dreams. Thank you God.
I have always wanted to do cart wheels, but I was too shy, nobody had the opportunity to teach me. I dismissed it as a childish dream. But God fulfilled it anyway, Jasmine came and we did it on the high grounds of Heaton Park. The thought of it is absurd. Such a small dream, fulfilled in such a way, my heart bubbles over with wonder and thankfulness.
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD."
Isaiah 55:8
I have always wanted to do cart wheels, but I was too shy, nobody had the opportunity to teach me. I dismissed it as a childish dream. But God fulfilled it anyway, Jasmine came and we did it on the high grounds of Heaton Park. The thought of it is absurd. Such a small dream, fulfilled in such a way, my heart bubbles over with wonder and thankfulness.
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD."
Isaiah 55:8
Tuesday, 31 May 2016
BIOL 10212 - BIOCHEMISTRY
I walked the stairs of my hall towards my room. I feel like a defeated warrior.
Warrior, because even I myself cannot deny, this time, I have worked hard. I can't say the same for the past examinations, but this time, I have done notes throughout the term, and started revision around 1 month before exam.
Defeated, because I could have managed my time better during the exam, I may have gotten one more correct.
But see, so many 'I's and 'my's in the paragraph. Where is God? Dear Lord, may You be the reason I worked so hard, did notes, revised early. This is my talent, may I use it wisely for the Master.
Warrior, because even I myself cannot deny, this time, I have worked hard. I can't say the same for the past examinations, but this time, I have done notes throughout the term, and started revision around 1 month before exam.
Defeated, because I could have managed my time better during the exam, I may have gotten one more correct.
But see, so many 'I's and 'my's in the paragraph. Where is God? Dear Lord, may You be the reason I worked so hard, did notes, revised early. This is my talent, may I use it wisely for the Master.
Friday, 22 April 2016
Aaah
Just watched "Cheese in the Trap" Episode 6.
Aaah. Shhoo shwweeettt.
Feel like if you just be a good person and work hard in life you will end up with someone your heart desires somehow.
But reality plays in the back of my mind.
Aaah.
Aaah. Shhoo shwweeettt.
Feel like if you just be a good person and work hard in life you will end up with someone your heart desires somehow.
But reality plays in the back of my mind.
Aaah.
Saturday, 9 April 2016
The Road Not Taken
I am so occupied by the decision as to which church to attend, I'm near my wits end. I buried my face in my palm in the PC Cluster of Ashburne Hall 2300 at night. I prayed, Lord show me.
And He did.
He said long ago, it was just a choice, I was not content. There must be one that is better. Therefore, I agonized myself over a simple choice. That which is supposed to be a wealth of a choice, had become the torment of my mind for months.
This night, after I prayed, I instinctively read my blog. "Two Words Broke My Heart" post.
{The Road Not Taken}
I listened to this too: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQDkG7_QHq4&ebc=ANyPxKpvGV4lyPoM9wpnMr0otWE4xFWnlpOUIUj0Q9_vJlPgfRpnMfNW7-Dwu8QvuOp5kJYvOtQs
Regret? No, it is not it. It is the fear of regret that keeps me from getting anything accomplished.
Maybe that, THAT, is the ocean He is pushing me onto.
And He did.
He said long ago, it was just a choice, I was not content. There must be one that is better. Therefore, I agonized myself over a simple choice. That which is supposed to be a wealth of a choice, had become the torment of my mind for months.
This night, after I prayed, I instinctively read my blog. "Two Words Broke My Heart" post.
{The Road Not Taken}
I listened to this too: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQDkG7_QHq4&ebc=ANyPxKpvGV4lyPoM9wpnMr0otWE4xFWnlpOUIUj0Q9_vJlPgfRpnMfNW7-Dwu8QvuOp5kJYvOtQs
Regret? No, it is not it. It is the fear of regret that keeps me from getting anything accomplished.
Maybe that, THAT, is the ocean He is pushing me onto.
Saturday, 12 March 2016
心里话
如果世上有排名谁的心里戏多，我自负有才，只能说绝对名列前茅。
我从小就是多嘴之人，爱给人取外号，讲自己的日常生活故事，骂人等，没曾想过其实人家爱不爱听。小孩嘛，那时候的世界是美好，更是小，是绕着自己旋转的。重点是小。连住宅区隔壁的花园都属于另一个世界，不是我的。
一晃十几年，现在世界对我而言可大了呢。自小母后常教我要少说话，现在感觉总算有点学上手了。父皇母后都担心我被人骗，说我太单纯了，教我防人之心不可无。我都懂他们的心。
可是其实我没那么单纯，我真的没那么好。心里的事有谁才看得见。我连交朋友都是防着的，总是怕着什么。我每次说话前，都会打量对方到底想要听到什么，三思该怎么说，才回答。读者可想像在下在与朋友对话之时，脑袋瓜是多起劲儿的。有智慧地说话固然好，可若弄巧反拙是会扯开两个人之间的距离。
我母后也说：“吃亏就是占便宜”。从前觉得肯定有能力达到此言中所要求的大量，可没想到时间过了，世界大了，要持着双重等级，一方面宽厚待人；另一边刻薄量己，谈何容易。
来听听琅琊榜之萧景睿之言——
“凡是人总有取舍，你取了你认为重要的东西，舍弃了我，这只是你的选择而已。若我因为没有被选，就心怀怨恨，那这世间岂不是有太多不可原谅之处。毕竟谁也没有责任要以我为先，以我为重，无论我如何希望也不能强求。我之所以这么待你，是因为我愿意，若能以此换回同样的诚心，固然可喜；若是没有，我也没什么可后悔的。”
最后只能说，靠着自己，母后教的第二番忠言，儿臣学不上手。唯独靠上帝的大爱，咱就尽力呗。
我从小就是多嘴之人，爱给人取外号，讲自己的日常生活故事，骂人等，没曾想过其实人家爱不爱听。小孩嘛，那时候的世界是美好，更是小，是绕着自己旋转的。重点是小。连住宅区隔壁的花园都属于另一个世界，不是我的。
一晃十几年，现在世界对我而言可大了呢。自小母后常教我要少说话，现在感觉总算有点学上手了。父皇母后都担心我被人骗，说我太单纯了，教我防人之心不可无。我都懂他们的心。
可是其实我没那么单纯，我真的没那么好。心里的事有谁才看得见。我连交朋友都是防着的，总是怕着什么。我每次说话前，都会打量对方到底想要听到什么，三思该怎么说，才回答。读者可想像在下在与朋友对话之时，脑袋瓜是多起劲儿的。有智慧地说话固然好，可若弄巧反拙是会扯开两个人之间的距离。
我母后也说：“吃亏就是占便宜”。从前觉得肯定有能力达到此言中所要求的大量，可没想到时间过了，世界大了，要持着双重等级，一方面宽厚待人；另一边刻薄量己，谈何容易。
来听听琅琊榜之萧景睿之言——
“凡是人总有取舍，你取了你认为重要的东西，舍弃了我，这只是你的选择而已。若我因为没有被选，就心怀怨恨，那这世间岂不是有太多不可原谅之处。毕竟谁也没有责任要以我为先，以我为重，无论我如何希望也不能强求。我之所以这么待你，是因为我愿意，若能以此换回同样的诚心，固然可喜；若是没有，我也没什么可后悔的。”
Wednesday, 10 February 2016
Monday, 25 January 2016
What the Heart Wants
A little girl went out to pluck flowers one day.
She walked and walked, through tiny lanes, under shady trees and over hills. She saw many flowers; blue, pink, white, small and large, they were very beautiful.
Soon, she realised she was not the only one collecting flowers. There are other children too.
They had beautiful big blue flowers in their baskets, and tiny yellow ones too! They were most breathaking.
She thought, " I must collect the most beautiful flower, I know I can do it!". So, the hunt began.
She walked all over the hill and tried very hard, but the flowers the picked were not as beautiful as the ones in other children's baskets, or so she thought.
So, she gave up finding the prettiest flower, there are more important things to do surely.
She walked and walked. And she saw many animal friends; the brown squirrels, the bluebirds, and those dear little lambs. She went over and talked excitedly to them. Only then she realise, every animal has a different way of talking! The squirrels spoke too fast, the bluebirds would say a few words and fly away, the lambs, oh the lambs! ; they were too quiet for the little girl.
Soon, the little girl realised she was not the only one trying to talk to the animals, other children were too! Just on the meadow next to hers!
She thought, " If they can do it, I can too! I am young and quick to learn." So, the learning began.
She tried to listen and think fast when talking to the squirrels; put crumbs in her hand so the bluebirds will stay a little longer to talk to her; and be as patient as she could while chatting with the dear little lambs.
Oh, but what a tire, what a chore! These animals, she thought, they have their own world, they do not need her. She tried very hard to be likeable to them, but it did not last.
So, she walked and walked. She saw a great big tree. It has strong branches, and the gentle wind was in them, it provided shade to many who passed by. She ran up to the tree and hugged it, crying, " Yes! This is the best tree. I want to live under it's shade always. It is a strong and kind tree, it would like a nice little girl like me to sit under it always too."
But the great big tree said, "Thank you my friend for those kind words. But alas, I have a great many sorrows that a little girl like you would not like to know after you lived long under my shade. So run along!"
The little girl was crushed when she heard what the great big tree said.
So, on she walked.
The Sun asked her, " What made you choose the great big tree? "
She said, " It was strong and kind. "
The Sun replied, " No, that is not why. Think again."
She frowned. Is is not?
Then, a seller came her way.
" Attention! Attention! Selling Attention to all who wants! Ask your heart! Maybe it wants it! Attention!"
The little girl heard the seller's cry and pondered. She asked her heart too.
Yes, maybe she wanted attention when she set her heart to pick the brightest flower; when she tried talking to all the animals and when the great big tree was willing to let her stand under as she passed by. She was delighted, surprised by the attention they gave, was she not? Though bitterly short they were.
The Sun said, " Yes. And things sold, don't last. Walk on little girl, and find something given, not sold. For it shall be gold."
She walked and walked, through tiny lanes, under shady trees and over hills. She saw many flowers; blue, pink, white, small and large, they were very beautiful.
Soon, she realised she was not the only one collecting flowers. There are other children too.
They had beautiful big blue flowers in their baskets, and tiny yellow ones too! They were most breathaking.
She thought, " I must collect the most beautiful flower, I know I can do it!". So, the hunt began.
She walked all over the hill and tried very hard, but the flowers the picked were not as beautiful as the ones in other children's baskets, or so she thought.
So, she gave up finding the prettiest flower, there are more important things to do surely.
She walked and walked. And she saw many animal friends; the brown squirrels, the bluebirds, and those dear little lambs. She went over and talked excitedly to them. Only then she realise, every animal has a different way of talking! The squirrels spoke too fast, the bluebirds would say a few words and fly away, the lambs, oh the lambs! ; they were too quiet for the little girl.
Soon, the little girl realised she was not the only one trying to talk to the animals, other children were too! Just on the meadow next to hers!
She thought, " If they can do it, I can too! I am young and quick to learn." So, the learning began.
She tried to listen and think fast when talking to the squirrels; put crumbs in her hand so the bluebirds will stay a little longer to talk to her; and be as patient as she could while chatting with the dear little lambs.
Oh, but what a tire, what a chore! These animals, she thought, they have their own world, they do not need her. She tried very hard to be likeable to them, but it did not last.
So, she walked and walked. She saw a great big tree. It has strong branches, and the gentle wind was in them, it provided shade to many who passed by. She ran up to the tree and hugged it, crying, " Yes! This is the best tree. I want to live under it's shade always. It is a strong and kind tree, it would like a nice little girl like me to sit under it always too."
But the great big tree said, "Thank you my friend for those kind words. But alas, I have a great many sorrows that a little girl like you would not like to know after you lived long under my shade. So run along!"
The little girl was crushed when she heard what the great big tree said.
So, on she walked.
The Sun asked her, " What made you choose the great big tree? "
She said, " It was strong and kind. "
The Sun replied, " No, that is not why. Think again."
She frowned. Is is not?
Then, a seller came her way.
" Attention! Attention! Selling Attention to all who wants! Ask your heart! Maybe it wants it! Attention!"
The little girl heard the seller's cry and pondered. She asked her heart too.
Yes, maybe she wanted attention when she set her heart to pick the brightest flower; when she tried talking to all the animals and when the great big tree was willing to let her stand under as she passed by. She was delighted, surprised by the attention they gave, was she not? Though bitterly short they were.
The Sun said, " Yes. And things sold, don't last. Walk on little girl, and find something given, not sold. For it shall be gold."
Wednesday, 13 January 2016
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