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, September 07, 2006
-10:19 AM
Well. I thought and thought and
thought and finally had a pathetic little idea.
I gave it to LYT and she said it didn't appeal. I agree if the idea was used differently, it would be better. LYT then suggested I do an argumentative or discussion but I do not favour arguing or talking to myself. Just... thinking to myself is good enough.
Anyway, I still attempted discussion, but then the idea developed and I found myself with a new idea. It is more relevant, but very depressing.
So I was in a depressed state when Vivian called last night, to discuss her book review. I explained my depressed state to her, and she laughed. Her laugh is even more tickling over the phone, probably because you can't
see her laughing.
Back to the topic, after we hung up and I went back to my depressing essay, Vi sms-ed me. I shan't quote what she said, but it was very encouraging. :) Feels lovely to have friends like LYT and Vi who tell me not to look down on myself and not get depressed. Shook me out of depressed self immediately.
It's good to have good friends.
I just watched Bleach 93. I got tired of downloading each episode of Bleach and Ouran High School so I'm relying on LYT's shared folder now. And so I get one episode every, what, 5 days? Talk about deprived. But I can't bring myself to watch on Youtube. It's just that I always watch the downloaded version, and I'm happy with the downloaded version thank you very much so I shan't watch the Youtube version SO THERE.
Sometimes when we're asked to explain our idiocrasies, we get oddly defensive. It's just a part of us, and we don't want to let go.
Talking about letting go, my computer hard drive was complaining about the lack of space the other day, so I set out on the task of deleting items. Turns out, I have a lot of pictures and videos I can live without. I collect and collect but a few months later, they don't mean much to me. Proves that sometimes, letting go only takes time.
Today's topic of the day is
guilt. It has come to my attention that half the class hasn't paid for the class party on Teachers' Day. If you were there, please PAY.
Because we live in a materialistic world, and materials need money.
Anyway, the other half of the class paid, and I collected the money. Yesterday after Malay class, my EZlink was -$0.10 so I borrowed $0.60 from the class. I would pay back, but I still felt guilty. Why?
I know I'm going to pay back, so why do I feel guilty? I'm in charge of the money, so if I didn't tell anyone, nobody would know. It's a test of morals, and I already made my mind to return the money. So why do I feel guilty?
Maybe I'm tempted to not return the money.
The class owes me money for the drinks anyway, I could say. But I still feel guilty.
Human nature. Your conscience knows best. If you feel guilty, it's wrong.
And for the record, I put back the sixty cents already.
Talking about that, PIE @ Nan Hua is killing me. Figuratively, that is. It just reminds me that I'm going to have to talk to the class
again and half of them are not going to listen
again and there're going to be lots of problems
again and we'll have to bear with each other
again and we might not do very well
again and I would feel bad
again.
You get the cycle?
Well, I wrote a lot today. I think I'll save the photos for when I have nothing to write.
I'm off to close the window so the wind will stop messing up my hair even though nobody can see my hair.
Til next time~
