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, October 18, 2006
-6:43 PM
Wow. Now
that was professional filming. The crew consisted of one producer and two camera men, and they were all very friendly and casual. The producer really reminded me of Yvonne. In a good way ;) They took the interview first (I didn't have to speak a word of Malay!) and then took some random shots. They stayes for almost two hours. Can you believe the aired footage will only be a minute long? Gr. And it's airing in March. Like, next year. Whew. I premiered our film two weeks after starting filming.
Anyway, besides that, this morning all the non-uniform and non-sports CCA group members (in other words, the lazy half of the school) went hiking up Bukit Timah hill with the Outdoor Adventure Club. It was very tiring, but very fun. We attempted to sing, but there really was no breath to be spared from respiration.
Tomorrow I'm watching Death Note with Yanting, Kheng Leng, Wan Ying and maybe Chelsea and Olive. I don't care much for the movie (it's
not horror. It's a supernatural thriller) but I like going out with them. YAY.
I tweaked my guitar today. I'm returning to classes at the end of the month. Hello callous fingers.
Yanting is neglecting me again. I suspect she secretly is keeping an obssessive hobby on the computer that prevents her from doing anything else. Basically hypnotising her. So that she never talks to me. And I think it's spreading. Kheng Leng is pretending to be offline. I know she's pretending because she says so herself, she's never online.
So nobody's talking to me. I'm lonely.
Oh well. All geniuses are weird, mad loners. I'm well off enough already.
Til next time!
