having collected the academic gown in preparation for the convocation tonight, i cant help but take stock of what it all means. most of my coursemates have already secure a job back home and this is the price i pay for not starting my job search straightaway i spose. ohwells, its a price i'd gladly pay but i may be speaking too early. when i touch home there will be so much to do and most important of all i have to secure a job, and a good one if possible of course! :)
the dread is there and i cannot lie, but when it has to be done one just has to try hard. often its not the job that effort that kills, but the fear that does. wish me luck! :P
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"It's coming round again
The slowly creeping hand
Of time and its command
Soon enough it comes
and settles in its place
Its shadow in my face
Puts pressure in my day
.
This life well it's slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
.
It's coming round again
The slowly creeping hand
Of time and its demands
It settles in its place
Its shadow in my face
Undignified and lame
.
This life well it's slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
Control well it's slipping right through my hands
These days turned out nothing like I had planned
.
Soon enough it comes
Soon enough it comes
To tie us down"
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these days - powderfinger
