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
Sunday, October 15, 2006
-8:16 PM
Ugh. I am BORED. Yes, like Yanting, I have been reduced to using that word. Because my fellow bored companion is currently engaged in brainless activity: computer games.
I finished the film, this time in satisfaction. Tomorrow I have to ask if my teacher is still willing to submit it for me. Or I shall send it in myself. And yes, I have produced it in a DVD so Kheng Leng, you can watch it tomorrow.
Whoops. Here's a treasure: looks like a Japanese drama called Nobuta Wo Produce. Now I've found something interesting on Youtube. HA, Yanting. I'm not a mindless robot twiddling my fingers on the keyboard to make a virtual figure sing and dance. At least I'm an artistic robot inhaling fresh hilarious ideas from the internet.
I take my leave (conveniently forgetting the topic of the day).
Til next time!
