Good Friday

The saddest thing - going to work mid-afternoon and seeing people wandering around Botany (which was completely closed for the day).

Is there NOTHING else they could be doing?

Sad to be addicted to a shopping centre that much!


Happy Birthday Sean!! (For yesterday)

Happy Birthday Janks!! (For today)



What happened today 96 years ago?














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Seal - Kissed by a Rose. I heard this song years and years ago, and really liked it and really really wanted to find it (I didn't know what it was called). I found it today! Someone at work played it on their iPod (through the radio via an iTrip). I give it

10
out of 10. If you don't have this song, get it. It is one of those songs that EVERYONE has heard and loves!


Seal - Kissed by a Rose

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
The light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh,
The more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.

You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
Baby, to me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
The light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah.

Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave,
I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,
I've been kissed by a rose...
And if I should fall, at all
I've been kissed by a rose

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.

But did you know,That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
The light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave,
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah

Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.

Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah.

Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.

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Here's an interesting thought: http://www.federalobserver.com/archive.php?aid=9032