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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, October 05, 2007
-11:23 PM
I realized I really enjoy teaching Mathematics. It is worth the sacrifice on Friday nights. I realized I can be totally silent and still speak volumes to these children. I realized they can’t wait to see me! Haahaahaahaa…
A few of my Primary Six students sent me smses – it is nice to know that they remember me in times of anxieties. Could only say a little prayer for each of them. I know they can do it!
I used to organize small gatherings and have my darlings mess up my place after their examinations. Can I get them going again?
TomSumJo, Ah Di, Jerome, Yvonne and I had dinner at Han’s on Thursday night. Look at how satisfied a customer is baby Jo!
His tiny hands look extremely tiny next to mine. So cute!!!
This is the trademark of Prince Jo – a trail of mess. Hehe.
Never judge a product by its packaging. Think Sharon should be convinced by now. She bought this pack of plums which looked absolutely appealing to the eyes but wholly appalling for taste buds.
I woke up this morning with the intention to study. And I am so glad I didn’t. Instead, I had a heart-to-heart talk with mum, to the point that both of us cried at a few points along the way.
If it wasn’t for baby Gillian, I probably wouldn’t be what I am today. Mum asked baby G when she was in Kindergarten, “What will you do if I leave home one day?” Baby G was brilliant then (she still is, hoho) and replied, “I will hide in a room and wait for you to find me.” That struck the mother. How can her child face the world without her? Thus, she continued her struggles till this day.
I have never seen her cry until today. That is how strong she is. The last time was when she watched me act in a Christmas Drama. I did not see it – I was told. Yet today, I saw it for myself. How I wish I could collect those tears and remind myself every single second of my life how beautiful she is, how wonderful she is, how sacrificial she is… … I would never want her to worry over me… …
How do I convey my love? Believe it or not, I used to write her love notes. Mum says I am a lot like her – hard on the outside and soft on the inside. Mum says I am like a little child inside. Haha. She told me that if I give, don’t expect returns. She told me to not get married if I cannot find the right one. She told me that communication is vital for any relationship. She told me to be happy. She told me so many things… … Mummy, I love you. =*)
