lifesong
Everyone needs compassion
Love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
The kindness of a Saviour
The hope of nations
Saviour, He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Forever author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave
So take me as you find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender
Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing, for the glory
Of the risen King
Jesus, Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing for the glory
Of the risen king
Sunday, July 10, 2005
-10:50 am
To think that I went prepared for the worst, assuming that you've read my letter. But you didn't. Well, so much for worrying about it all day. I guess it isn't that important to you.
我不知道你心里到底在想什么. 你为什么不给我一个答案? 让我放下这个包袱吧, 不再抱着这个不可能的希望. 我以为我能够做得到,但是时间过得太慢了,不让我忘记这一切...
Went to church earlier with bro, reached there at 3pm so that I could play Shuang's guit. I taught Sandra and Gabriel to strum!
Down up down up down/ down up up up/ down up down up.
Ha! So proud of my students (: Guess who got it faster? Haha ;) Section outing was rather fun, although I wished it lasted longer. My cam died when we were about to take a cell photo! Rawrs X( Realised that wearing a skirt and heels wasn't such a good idea but anyways, I survived. Spent the bus ride back playing the guitar. People must have thought I was crazy but I didn't care; no one comes between me and a guitar!
Mom brought back so many funky bags from my aunt's place! There's one prada one that I really like and a white and pink chanel wallet that I'm going to use straight away. Figured that my larger burberry wallet dad bought should be kept for next year (I think jc requires a more mature, understated fashion accessory). Haha, Mom wants that same bag too. Shows that I have good taste! Well, we can always share considering that we always share shoes, clothes and bags. Thank goodness mom's taste isn't that yesteryear. But what exactly does she have against dangly earrings? Guess it's one of the mysteries about mothers that I'll never figure out...
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