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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
Friday, July 13, 2007
-11:13 PM
Watched Transformers for the second time with E-von and Simon at 1am on a Thursday morning. Thought I could afford to do that since I am teaching in the afternoon session. But I was gravely wrong. It was when I reached home and had to set the alarm when I realised I have to be in school by 8am for Titanium time (time set aside for teachers to meet for passing of information on what is coming up, training, workshops and etc.). All thanks to calls made by the school administrator who called me countless time to tell me if I am to report for the morning or afternoon session. I was utterly confused. So, it was too late. I slept only for around an hour. Wonder how I got through the day.
My day was worsened. Why? I was left with a heap of work, by the previous relief teacher, to be marked. And she was supposed to take my primary two class for good. A formal letter was even given to each pupil to explain for the change in form teacher. Then the bomb dropped right after my convocation. Apparently, this teacher is already attached to another school and our school had to arrange for me to take back my class. For goodness sake, how in her sane self did she commit to take my lovely eight years old angels then? I was peaved with all the calls made by parents to complain (some even left messages with the school administrator to ask me to return their calls). As expected, I was bombarded with questions from fellow colleagues and students. Heh! I was merely following orders. I have absolutely no say on which class to take.
On a better note, I tried mutton chop for the first time in my life, with E-von and Simon. I must say it looked like char siew and titillated my taste buds a little.
This is one of my students, whom I feel, resembles Harry Potter. What do you think?
Sent Rachel off this morning. Could not hold back my tears. Hate such scenes. Separations, which are part and parcel of life, are never easy to deal with for me. And she is such a lovely gem! I can still hear her calling me, with that tuneful voice of hers. She communicates her love with gifts so you can imagine how much she has been showering her affection on us! We hate to see her go but it is for the better. Believe she will be brought to greater heights in her life by God. Before I left that airport, I took a few pictures of the cheerful sunflowers (my favourite). By the way, why do they seem to look down when they are supposed to convey happiness?
