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
Friday, April 06, 2007
-4:38 PM
I've been reading other people's blogs, so I should probably talk about events in my life, too. This is a blog, after all.
So I went out and purchased Hilary Duff's new album today. Mwahahaha. I'm feeling especially egoistic because this is one of the few times I attempted to buy something for myself with no hindrances. Usually I discover the particular item is not sold at the particular place, or the place closed down already, or I get lost. I almost got lost today, not because of Singapore's flawless transport system, but because I got onto the wrong train. Sigh.
My mother safely got through a Lasik operation, so now she's wearing sunglasses everywhere as her eyes are healing. I still feel uncomfortable thinking of a laser shooting straight into your eye. Oh well.
As I said, I've been reading other people's blogs, and it seems to me that the more witty, sacarstic things you post, the more interesting it is.
I appreciate witty, sarcarstic comments. But I don't possess that talent. How distressing. Sometimes I think it would better if I weren't so nice and everything, because then my negative ideals would be so appealing to other people, and I would gain more attention.
I hope you don't believe I really mean that.
I haven't blogged in a long time. I couldn't bring myself to sit here and type and type and type, and I've been extremely busy with SYF, Odyssey of the Mind and such. And I'll be busier still soon.
More and more I'm thinking I'm really nothing special, because there are so many people out there like me (not a lot, but still) who are more talented than me. But if I can't do what I love and can, I don't know what I'm going to do. That's why we have people around us, friends and family, because they pretty much make up who you are, in a way.
Actually I'm quite impressed with myself when I manage to get my thoughts out coherently and accurately in words. Words can never really express thoughts and feelinds clearly, no matter what language, because their just words. It's probably the tone and attitude that brings forth communication.
Wow. I'm very proud of myself for managing to type so much today, in proper English and in such length.
Til next time!
