feeling horrible

School is starting tomorrow. Holiday was great although much of it was spent on internship. I wanna go back to work.

I'm feeling extremely moody now. I was only but a little excited that school is starting, but now I'm feeling completely dreadful. There really isn't much to look forward to, is there?

Sigh sigh sigh...

Lord, help me

Living for Jesus, a life that is true,
Striving to please Him in all that I do;
Yielding allegiance, glad hearted and free,
This is the pathway of blessing for me.

O Jesus, Lord and Savior, I give myself to Thee,
For Thou, in Thy atonement, didst give Thyself for me.
I own no other Master, my heart shall be Thy throne.
My life I give, henceforth to live, O Christ, for Thee alone.

Living for Jesus Who died in my place,
Bearing on Calvary my sin and disgrace;
Such love constrains me to answer His call,
Follow His leading and give Him my all.

Living for Jesus, wherever I am,
Doing each duty in His holy Name;
Willing to suffer affliction and loss,
Deeming each trial a part of my cross.

Living for Jesus through earth’s little while,
My dearest treasure, the light of His smile;
Seeking the lost ones He died to redeem,
Bringing the weary to find rest in Him.

Vongole

Soaking in salt water to remove the sand and residue. These clams were cheap! 1kg = $3
Drowning in white wine and chicken stock

Ta-da!

I HAVE to blog about this because

1) It's my first time cooking my all-time favourite pasta, Vongole (note: i don't know what it means exactly, but it has something to do with clams)

2) It's quite a success (in my opinion). Spag was al dente, clams were not sandy, and it wasn't too spicy. However the taste of white wine was covered by chicken stock.

Thanks to D Monster for tips and instructions :-)

How Deep the Father's Love for Us

How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
And make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the man upon the cross
My sin upon His shoulder
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom