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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
dailies
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
-6:04 PM
Have not blogged for quite some time. But I do remember some of the interesting happenings, which I want to share.
Student A…
A graph was given. There were two axes, which showed the growth in population for an unknown plant and animal in a pond. Usually, when a question asks for the relationship for the two organisms, the answer should be ‘As X increases, Y also increases’ and the like. Guess what Student A’s answer is? He answered with such innocence that I was speechless for a moment and burst out in peals of laughter after a few seconds. “Husband and wife?” was his response. I wonder if we have failed in our roles as educators. Haha.
Opera on Silver Screen
Went to watch Sis Anna perform on the 14th of October at the Drama Centre Theatre. Was quite lost because most of the songs sung were in Italian. Alien language. Au fond du temple saint from Les Pecheurs de Perles? O mio babbino caro from Gianni Schicchi? But I enjoyed myself very much. The emotions came through the performers’ voices. Sis Anna was stunning in her gown – looks like a princess, with her hair done up and expensive and eye-catching jewellery. The Singapore Lyric Opera Orchestra was fabulous too. Michelle was swept off her feet by the young and suave conductor, by the name of Joshua Tan. Thank goodness she did not salivate.
Joash
I bought three books for my precious Joash. I bet he has no lack of toys so now I am wondering what I can get him for Christmas. I love the way he rests on my chest whenever he is sleepy. Just last Sunday, he was sucking his thumb and gazing at me while he rested very near my neck. Within a minute or two, he closed his sparkling eyes and went into dreamland. The same thing happened when we went for Taiwan Buffet Porridge (more like Teochew style to me, as a matter-of-fact). So saccharine sweet!
Lessons
Forgiveness cannot be equated with trust. Nonetheless, many times, we tend to lump the two together. If you have forgiven me, you will choose to place your trust in me again. Think. Think hard. Think really hard. Trust takes months and even years to build up. It takes only a split second of truth to demolish it. Maybe that is why I find it hard to trust in XXX. XXX is not a person. It is something intangible. Make a guess. Haha. I trusted the wrong people at times too. Gullible Gillian? Argh… …
Thanks
Thanks, Sharon. Thanks for sharing much. Be it your laughter, which is super contagious, or your little nuggets of truths and advice. You never put on a front. You are so real. Maybe that is why Tommy is smitten with you, till this day. Haha. And I am so amused and tickled by the way you give thanks before feeding Joash. Oh yes, thanks for the bread you bought for me. Oops, must thank Tommy too.
Life seems so much better with the PSI reading going down. I feel like singing right now. Lalala. Need the KTV therapy soon. Haha. And I am full of gratitude to Daryl for helping me change the blogskin and doing the tag board etc. I must learn all these during the holidays. It will be a fruitful period of rest. Have to visit my Dua Yi too. I think she misses me a great deal. To think that she recently told her husband to pass me all her precious cookbooks after her death. This got me dead worried. Maybe because Kelvin Gor Gor’s death anniversary is approaching. Suddenly… … I miss her a great deal too.
