and as she walks
Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the bright and morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart
Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours
Who Am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
and watch me rise again
Who Am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me
Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear
I am Yours
the news
Monday, July 10, 2006
-9:01 PM
It's definitely the stress. Definitely.
How else would you explain dreaming about my classmates for five nights in a row?
Borderline insanity, maybe.
Don't get me wrong, they are delightful people. Only it's seriously creeping me out. I dream about us being hostages, in the hall, some university, the canteen, being sacrificed; I'm going mad.
I'm rewriting one of my fictions. Not that anyone read the first draft, anyway.
And, OMG, Hitsugaya is so hot in Bleach chapter 234. GAH!@.~>';}=+ And the new Bleach ending song is DA BEST.
Loads of homework; CCA and Malay begin again full-blast; NDP practices are heavy; teachers are going psychotic; the pressure mounts.
Let the mood swings begin.
Til next time.