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
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Thursday, October 19, 2006
-9:02 PM
I just came home from watching Death Note with Wan Ying, Kheng Leng and Chelsea. It was not as gory as I had expected, and much more interesting, but I doubt I'll be catching the sequel, which is just plain creepy.
As we were queuing for tickets, my teacher called to inform me to pass down the relay system for all students to write an entry for an English essay competition, which I had entered months before. Apparently, there was not enough entries. Great. More competition. No offense. Except that I have noticed that there is much potential competition all around me, but most people can't be bothered to move their pen.
Anyway. I was reading my entry for a few old essay competitions and I was like,
Oh no. I cannot believe I didn't do better. How on earth do I expect to win? And the first prize, which I had been planning to use to buy Christmas presents.
I have got to get over myself.
I'm pooped. Going to read the latest Artemis Fowl sequel.
Til next time.
