rediscovering eden
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
Saturday, June 18, 2005
-10:42:00 a.m.
i really really really shld stop reading blogs and stuff like that. i don't understand why reading about pple's lives shld make me feel incompetent...i don't have to compare with them, they have their lives to live and i have mine. even if our situations were really similar and they have it so much better off than me now. i guess ultimately it boils down to me feeling like a loser (again) coz i couldn't do it and they can...so it's not a problem caused by the situation, it's the person's problem...and that's me.
i just don't wanna admit to it.
i don't wanna give up. i'm jealous. i hate myself. i hate my personality.
i wish i could be like those kinda pple, always so happy, always so cheerful...bringing a smile to everyone's face coz they're never seem to have any problems. they probably do too, but it doesn't get to them. somehow it juz resolves itself...being bo chap about stuff like that's good. i shld be like that...i hate being gloomy and quiet.
ok so i guess i'm on a sudden swing...i shld be happy for what i have, not what i don't have. i shld be happy coz things are so much better now. isn't uni supposed to be better? i'm just never satisfied am i? more more more. i blame life, i blame others, i blame God...it's not my fault. why me? i know, i've gone through this here like, a thousand and one times...effie's sick of hearing me whine about it, i'm sick of whining about it. that's how messed up i am.
knock some sense into me.
i miss my secondary school life...
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