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
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
-6:29 PM
Okay. I've had my dose of vulgarities today, and it's enough to last my entire life. But you can't escape them. Especially on the internet.
Anyway, I AM DYING TO WATCH OURAN 25. OMG. Tamaki gets engaged!!! And he wants to dissolve the host club. GAH. YANTING. I WANT MY OURAN 25.
This is when all my stable-headedness disappears completely. AHHHHH.
In other news, I've tossed the film project aside to make space for the EOY exams. Well, not really, but I'm trying to put it in the back of my mind. It's amazing how many people are willing to take part. Ok, it's minute compared to whatever other camera crews there are out there, but I'm good.
By the way, Kheng Leng, I can't tag you. Or anyone else, for that matter.
Studying is murder.
I shall spare anyone reading and not mention my day, because nothing big happened. I'm waiting for the essay competition to be released, and I keep getting premonitions that their coming out soon, then I have to remind myself I might not win at all. There are, after all, always people better than you.
So I better start on my topic of the day before dinner starts and my dad has to chase me off the computer.
Chance.
Chances, or opportunities. Take them, grab them, don't let go. Sometimes you find it hard to see them, but there are all there.
Whoo. My grandma is complaining of our maid. Well. What to do? Stuff happens. Nothing is ever happily ever after until heaven.
That's all for now.
Til next time.
