Green and gold have been Australia’s national colours since April 1984.
The golden wattle, Acacia pycnantha, has been Australia’s floral emblem since August 1988.
Many people regard the kangaroo as Australia’s national animal emblem, but it has never been oficially proclaimed.
bixia's place is actually an award-winning architecture > canada hotel redevelopment by hayball
Tuesday, November 17, 2009 @ did you know?
Sunday, November 15, 2009 @ 13.11.09 the last day of uni life
i officially handed in my last two assignments on friday the 13th of november 2009. with a unusually large cup of bad coffee and the opening of the EYES exhibition.
still living in a fast-forward mode due to the coffee, i needed to do something different to end off that day. and i didn't have my piano to entertain myself for the night. so i decided to take my camera for a walk in the city because it has been deprived of nice savoury photos the whole year.
my photos from my site visits for sem 2 is up!
indeed, when i learn to let go, that is when He took it up, and lifted me high up on eagle's wings.
now every day i am just so happy in Him.
sweeter as the days go by.
still living in a fast-forward mode due to the coffee, i needed to do something different to end off that day. and i didn't have my piano to entertain myself for the night. so i decided to take my camera for a walk in the city because it has been deprived of nice savoury photos the whole year.
my photos from my site visits for sem 2 is up!
indeed, when i learn to let go, that is when He took it up, and lifted me high up on eagle's wings.
now every day i am just so happy in Him.
sweeter as the days go by.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009 @
melbourne must be the only place where you can choose whether you want to jog at the botanic garden, the zoo or the cemetery.
it is just so beautiful.
that dog was so so happy.
i want to create landscapes that take your breath away.
the first time i saw grevillea robusta in flower. the grevilleas are in flower. i thought they were banksias, and was wondering why are they all red flowers. where are the yellow bristles? i must look closer next time.
the silver birch (betula pendula) is lovely in its old age.
that must be the sugar gum (eucalyptus cladocalyx).
i wonder what kind of grass is that.
oh my, it's time to revise my plants.
it is just so beautiful.
that dog was so so happy.
i want to create landscapes that take your breath away.
the first time i saw grevillea robusta in flower. the grevilleas are in flower. i thought they were banksias, and was wondering why are they all red flowers. where are the yellow bristles? i must look closer next time.
the silver birch (betula pendula) is lovely in its old age.
that must be the sugar gum (eucalyptus cladocalyx).
i wonder what kind of grass is that.
oh my, it's time to revise my plants.
Sunday, November 8, 2009 @
you say that you want to do big things for God. but won't you build that portion of the wall in front of your dwelling first? won't you do small things for Him too?
sometimes you feel so alone. so alone.
like a draft passing through the air,
like a vapour that vanishes,
inconsequential.
you look at the tornado, ferocious.
you look at the seabreeze, refreshing.
you look at the gale, mighty in power.
you look at yourself. stale drafting air.
yet you shouldn't compare, you've been taught.
each has been created to fulfil its own purpose.
but it is so hard, when you're just a useless passing plane of molecules.
not even considered a wind.
the blessings poured in, are they stopped up?
to be spilled and broken, flowing free.
but just a poor flickering flame
in danger of going out with every movement you make
just hanging on, hanging on.
sometimes you feel so alone. so alone.
like a draft passing through the air,
like a vapour that vanishes,
inconsequential.
you look at the tornado, ferocious.
you look at the seabreeze, refreshing.
you look at the gale, mighty in power.
you look at yourself. stale drafting air.
yet you shouldn't compare, you've been taught.
each has been created to fulfil its own purpose.
but it is so hard, when you're just a useless passing plane of molecules.
not even considered a wind.
the blessings poured in, are they stopped up?
to be spilled and broken, flowing free.
but just a poor flickering flame
in danger of going out with every movement you make
just hanging on, hanging on.