NaCl.
we had joy
we had fun
we had seasons in the sun.
our memories were carved into wet cement
now hardened
and unlikely ever to be bent.
there were only 2 imperfections as i can see
one was the ineveitables that come along with anything perfect
two was the fact that anything too perfect becomes imperfect.
different as you may see it.
one deals with details,
two deals with the state and human reation.
there is something about camps like these which are amazingly bonding.
perhaps its the fact that you get to know one another better since all camps deal not just with the social abilities of an individual, but peccadilloes such as the crazy things we do in the guys toilet.
if you're worried abt what i jsut said, dont. it was one of those laming sessions done vocally.
i think its coupled with the 'everday' kind of setting.
the pre-camp set-up, i see lk.
band practice, i see lk.
loading instruments, i see lk.
over dinner, i see lk.
after the shower, i see lk.
before i go to sleep, i see lk.
when i wake, i see lk.
undeniably, time can build relationships, so long as it is used in the right way.
clarification: stubborn as i am, i still believe that time need not erode friendships when communication becomes stagnant. time spent together, as i believe, is a manifestation of love. while it builds, the lack of it does not destroy.
yet
after that haitus
there still exists some form of ackwardness between us.
maybe it's more prevalent when others are around.
maybe its the caution taken when you know people know.
she mentioned it before
and no doubt
she was right.
while i guess we cant expect things to return to normal overnight
there's no saying that in the longrun
it will all turn out alright.
i'm sorry if i was a bit unreceptive yesterday
i was just zonked out with only 3 hours sleep for 7 days.
and i feel incredibly guilty for that.
you build people up.
that is something i cant live up to.
i try
i really do.
but i cant tell ppl that they're pig converts the way you do.
i cant boost people's confidence with all sincerity the way you do
neither can i heal the wounds of old the way you do.
i'm sorry i cant be the man i wish i could be.
16 votes dont mean nothing to me.
feels too much like sylvester.
undeserving, arrogant yet somehow he managed to smuggle himself up there.
And to think that you've always been the one who had given me courage throughout these years
The one who had brightened up my day when I was down in defeat
The one who had spurred me on when I was on the brink of giving up
The one had stood by my side, and had given me strength to face the battles of life.
the words
written ever so heartfelt
ever so raw
by the hedonistic.
i've come to terms with the fact that i can never write as well as this
but i still can identify with the emotion behind walls.
maybe because
since young
before i was taken to bethel
i have always been looking for that source of mutual pacing.
now
that i've found one who is willing
i realise that i cannot call it mutual.
thank goodness i found bethel.
or i'd be lost.
that half hour
man
was the best half hour ever.
and i would go on
and on
and on
except true worship produces service.
and thats prob the second best part.
service.
i dont think any musician finds his/her self-security in music.
its too tiring to pick up something that requires a daily devotion of time just to get attention.
i can confidently say that i played out of worship and in worship as service.
i know what i'm doing
who i am
and where i'm going.
or i think so.
sometimes
one wonders
just as X-avier mentioned before
how does one tell
if it is just one's mind playing tricks on you.
in that small half an hour
i got the substance of things hoped for though not yet evident rekindled.
everything's flowing back.
but i musnt make the mistake i made the last time.
this time
i'll be sure
i'll be sure to follow this momentum through
till the snow ball becomes the impenetrable boulder
oh God, i will be no fool.
i was thirsty
and i was quenched.
john21 always works.
it is the most illogical
yet most rational passage that i will ever need.
somehow
everything has become so clear.
the foggy distance penetrated
the good of land tasted.
i know i will fall
i will fall hard
but i will not be fallen
i will saty on gaurd.
get up again
press on
do not feign
or all will be gone.
or all will be gone..
we had fun
we had seasons in the sun.
our memories were carved into wet cement
now hardened
and unlikely ever to be bent.
there were only 2 imperfections as i can see
one was the ineveitables that come along with anything perfect
two was the fact that anything too perfect becomes imperfect.
different as you may see it.
one deals with details,
two deals with the state and human reation.
there is something about camps like these which are amazingly bonding.
perhaps its the fact that you get to know one another better since all camps deal not just with the social abilities of an individual, but peccadilloes such as the crazy things we do in the guys toilet.
if you're worried abt what i jsut said, dont. it was one of those laming sessions done vocally.
i think its coupled with the 'everday' kind of setting.
the pre-camp set-up, i see lk.
band practice, i see lk.
loading instruments, i see lk.
over dinner, i see lk.
after the shower, i see lk.
before i go to sleep, i see lk.
when i wake, i see lk.
undeniably, time can build relationships, so long as it is used in the right way.
clarification: stubborn as i am, i still believe that time need not erode friendships when communication becomes stagnant. time spent together, as i believe, is a manifestation of love. while it builds, the lack of it does not destroy.
yet
after that haitus
there still exists some form of ackwardness between us.
maybe it's more prevalent when others are around.
maybe its the caution taken when you know people know.
she mentioned it before
and no doubt
she was right.
while i guess we cant expect things to return to normal overnight
there's no saying that in the longrun
it will all turn out alright.
i'm sorry if i was a bit unreceptive yesterday
i was just zonked out with only 3 hours sleep for 7 days.
and i feel incredibly guilty for that.
you build people up.
that is something i cant live up to.
i try
i really do.
but i cant tell ppl that they're pig converts the way you do.
i cant boost people's confidence with all sincerity the way you do
neither can i heal the wounds of old the way you do.
i'm sorry i cant be the man i wish i could be.
16 votes dont mean nothing to me.
feels too much like sylvester.
undeserving, arrogant yet somehow he managed to smuggle himself up there.
And to think that you've always been the one who had given me courage throughout these years
The one who had brightened up my day when I was down in defeat
The one who had spurred me on when I was on the brink of giving up
The one had stood by my side, and had given me strength to face the battles of life.
the words
written ever so heartfelt
ever so raw
by the hedonistic.
i've come to terms with the fact that i can never write as well as this
but i still can identify with the emotion behind walls.
maybe because
since young
before i was taken to bethel
i have always been looking for that source of mutual pacing.
now
that i've found one who is willing
i realise that i cannot call it mutual.
thank goodness i found bethel.
or i'd be lost.
that half hour
man
was the best half hour ever.
and i would go on
and on
and on
except true worship produces service.
and thats prob the second best part.
service.
i dont think any musician finds his/her self-security in music.
its too tiring to pick up something that requires a daily devotion of time just to get attention.
i can confidently say that i played out of worship and in worship as service.
i know what i'm doing
who i am
and where i'm going.
or i think so.
sometimes
one wonders
just as X-avier mentioned before
how does one tell
if it is just one's mind playing tricks on you.
in that small half an hour
i got the substance of things hoped for though not yet evident rekindled.
everything's flowing back.
but i musnt make the mistake i made the last time.
this time
i'll be sure
i'll be sure to follow this momentum through
till the snow ball becomes the impenetrable boulder
oh God, i will be no fool.
i was thirsty
and i was quenched.
john21 always works.
it is the most illogical
yet most rational passage that i will ever need.
somehow
everything has become so clear.
the foggy distance penetrated
the good of land tasted.
i know i will fall
i will fall hard
but i will not be fallen
i will saty on gaurd.
get up again
press on
do not feign
or all will be gone.
or all will be gone..