Today has been okay

Went to church, rushed Matthew's farewell video. Didn't do a very good job, but it was okay considering how damned last minute it was. Sang for church today, was complaining and dreading it at first. But when I was up on stage, I felt that rush of love for singing again. Though, I still kind of dislike the environment of Music Ministry.. Still feel like pulling out of it. But well, I should pray about it more (: Screamed throughout the whole praise & worship, my throat hurts now. The music was too loud and overpowering, couldn't hear myself so I screamed, especially all the high notes. And I went seriously out of tune, but I don't care. Hahahahaha.

The whole cell group time was dedicated to Matthew and his farewell, showed them the video. Then we went all went to fish & co for dinner.



I shared a Seafood Platter for 2 with Enos.


Sabo-ed him by announcing, "I'M FULL" when there was at least still half of the platter left. LOLOLOLOL. He had to eat everything else. HAHAHAHAHA.

Sat next to Russell who irritated me by not allowing me to take his tartar sauce.


Hahahahha. Stupid face.

Ade and Jon. (:




And finally with the man himself. MATT-HEW.


Thank you for the lessons you've taught us, the values you've taught us to uphold. Thanks for being there when I needed someone to talk to, for always knowing what to say when I need it. You've been a really great mentor to me. (: Study hard in the US, find yourself a good girlfriend. YOU AINT GETTIN ANY YOUNGER. LOLOL

After dinner, I emo-ed all the way back on the bus with You Are The Moon by The Hush Sound on repeat. I was just in a mood to do so. I am still in that mood. I guess its because I can't stop thinking about you.

On my way back on the bus, I saw this dilapidated old house. It was dirty, old and forgottened with cracked walls and torn seams of curtain flapping against the gentle night breeze. Dark and mysterious, it sat there, a hidden story pulsing in its abandoned state. For some reason, I was intrigued by it. I know this sounds extremely crazy, but if I were daring enough, I'd get down at that stop. Walk into that old and broken house, and sit in the darkness just listening to the silence.

I was so close to doing it. So close to getting down at that stop.

Then I considered a safer alternative and just decided to maybe just snap a picture of it. But when I took my camera out, the bus moved, and the dilapidated old house moved further and further away from my sight.

I don't know what it was. It was like, some sort of symbolic reflection of current events. Just being strangely intrigued by something unknown, wanting to know more. But circumstances being what they are, I'm drawing further away from getting to find out more.

I don't know.