Psalm 116:12-13 (The Message)

what can i give back to God
for the blessings He's poured out on me?
i'll lift high the cup of salvation—a toast to God!

indeed. i cannot give back to Him what He has given to me. my life, my everything. every little thing matters. i was afraid. but You brought me to your knees once again and say "everything will be alright. another huge step, with even greater faith, trust Me because I'm carrying you".

d-day on thursday. my dean describe it as,"be afraid, be very afraid". with that sentence, he squint his eyes a little and give a cold stare, before breaking into a smile. a spine chilling smile. to tell you the truth, i secretly laughed in my heart. no no not laughing at him but the thought of how our panal of judges and those from project runway and america next top model speak are almost too similar... almost like simon of american idol, scary... but just take their harsh words with a pinch of salt, life is better that way.

:: where the streets have no name ::