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 08, 2006
-5:21 PM
Wow. PIE was... strange, in a word.
Let me start from the beginning. I arrived at school a bit before 3pm and met Yanting. We (actually, Yanting) started painting blocks we were to sell, and I poked about my things to make sure they were all intact. Then Xin Yu came, followed by Kheng Leng, Wan Ling, Yea Wen, Wei Qing, Olive and it was quite an affair as the people flitted in and out. Then Amanda, Wan Ying and Chelsea arrived with their items and I started stressing out on marking everything down. After awhile we headed to set up our stall and began displaying items and hanging signs. More people came and then the festival started.
Then many interesting things happened. For one, nobody seemed to be buying anything, but the money box kept becoming heavier. Two, everyone kept bustling in and out so it was sweltering, especially with the increasing haze. Nothing seemed to be missing from our table, and I was quite depressed. But twoone was very active and enthusiastic, so it didn't matter that I was grumpy because everyone was making up for my negative ions. :)
I was- no, am very impressed with the human spirit. I don't know what kept us going. It made me feel... encouraged.
Anyway, the haze proved to be a very wet blanket. The PSI reached a
very unhealthy level, it seems, and the school committee finally decided it was dangerous enough to chase everyone out. The haze made everything foggy and very dusty and I felt suffocated. We threw everything into the classroom and emptied out of the school.
Then my dad picked me up to return home and we enclosed ourselves inside and watched the little icon at the corner of the television screen increase as the air-conditioner level decreased. But I awoke to a lovely blue sky this morning. I had almost given up hope of seeing a clear sky.
Well. One project gone and another awaits. Tomorrow, filming of 'Dear Sir' will commence even as the rest of Nan Hua High sleeps due to Marking Day. Sigh.
It's nothing personal, I love my grandma. Just that being with her and my estranged relatives is stifling. I know they're good people, I just kind of live in a different universe. Like, they speak Hokkien and I speak, well, English with a dash of Chinese. Let's face it: It's difficult to relate. I don't function the way they do.
So today's topic was
relations. I actually can relate much better to my relatives on my mother's side because they are pretty much the same age as me, and after all, I speak their language.
So languages and generation gaps all affect the level and intimacy of relationships. Of course, I admit that if I attempted to listen and learn more Hokkien and understand the way my relatives are coming from, I expect I would be able to accept them fine. So willingness is also a factor in relationship-building.
Point made. I shall now go prepare and do last minute edits to the script.
Til next time.
