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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
Thursday, October 04, 2007
-2:36 PM
Cooked dad dinner on Monday. Have not done that for a long time. I remember I used to whip up weird dishes, muffins, tiramisus and cheesecakes for him to try. Even though he is not into western food, he will still dig into my unorthodox baked rice and strange pastries. >.< Maybe I should get it going when the holidays come again! Feel like playing around with vegetarian food but it is kind of hard since mum is an expert on that.
Heard over Symphony 92 that garlic is also known as stinking rose. Reminds me of Rafflesia, the flower with the stinking stench. =P
Loving Singapore is different from loving the political party that is calling the shots. Do you love Singapore? One of my tutors said that there is little being done to instill this love for our country at the religious level. I don’t know about others but I know some of us do fast and pray for her. =X And I remember we do have a Love Singapore Fund too!
It is a relief that the module on Critical Perspectives on Education is over. I enjoyed myself and I get to reach school late on Tuesdays from now on - not that I particularly like evening classes but the four hours breaks from 1.30pm to 5.30pm are agonising.
My miserable shelf is flooded with books. Need to squeeze out more space somewhere else to ease their discomfort. Yes, I treat non-living things like living things at times. Hoho.
