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
Thursday, August 24, 2006
-6:19 PM
There was a talk this afternoon, about self-awareness. It was effective, that is, if you were listening. The speaker lacked the charisma to hold the students' attention, and the talk was a failure. But it gave me a lot of time to, as usual, think. And I was watching the guy try so hard to get everyone's attention, yet no one listened. I kind of understand the kind of hopelessness he was going through, and I admired the way he just continued his talk to the end. But in the end, it just makes you feel that it was a pity.
He touched on blogging, that there were values and stuff online that people take too seriously and actually believe what famous bloggers encourage. Then I wondered, if I knew a million people or so were going to read my blog, would I write the same way as when I started out to write for myself and not others? I probably would be very torn between writing what I wanted to and what readers wanted to hear. Which shows I don't have a very strong character. Oh well...
I was fasting today, so I had a lot of time to, of course, think. I was pondering about the different personalities in my class, and how you never know what they will do next. It's like we all have various 'modes', and whenever we feel like it, we switch from mode to mode. Maybe it's puberty, that we are still trying to figure out who we are, so we just try out our modes in different situations.
My lovely good friend told me today that I was getting prettier. ;) Sometimes, little comments like that, though not particularly important to the speaker, mean a lot to the receiver. Let's all flatter the people around us from now on!
I realise that I had underestimated the power of the internet. Apparently, quite a few people know about my blog. And read it. Very closely. Hm.
On the brighter side of reality, I scored 24/30 for my English composition! YAY.
On the darker side, I failed my Chinese paper.
But I passed my Chemistry! I got 12.5/25! God is AMAZING. What made it better was that my Chem teacher was being so
nice. Hm.
I am really blessed. The world is a good place. Maybe when I'm depressed I'll think otherwise.
But that's secondary. I should go work on my non-existant chapter of Goosechase.
Til next time!
