confessionals
ohhh.. just listening to simply red puts me in an awfully smokey mood. the songs you grew up with, when songs were still good and arrangement was paramount. when talent could not be contested. oh well, just had two tests in the afternoon and i'm coughing from the amount of smoke grenades i popped to get thru'em. i'll see the light soon, the light will find me.

speaking of light, i was watching this prison drama called oz (which is a daymn good show i might add) last night and there was this commentry going on at the end where this inmate was talking about how skeptical people who find something that works for them become fanatics. fanatics are the ones that screw up the world, because they think they've got some divine light of god behind them. he goes on to say how for most of us, we don't need some divine light, because light blinds us. in the darkness, we just need enough light so we don't hot our toes on something on the way to the toilet.

very dark, very poetic, almost inclined to agree somewhat. but i know wot its like a little, the darkness. and how the celebration of light is not about fanaticism. i've said it before, don't talk about darkness like it's cool, because when you can't even tell wots in front of you, you're totally and utterly lost. have bigger concepts of the life we lead! there's more to it!

but just to show the biblical principle that fanatic light isn't good.. there is a verse that goes "your word is a lamp to my feet, and a light unto my path". also, having enough light to see wot's in front of you, keep you on the right path. soooo, all in all.. an interesting thought.

as if it were the last night on earth








we finally wrapped our shooting for the module, and this was just one of the many locations we visited.

in other news, also celebrated peivn's birthday last tuesday. attached are my lovely housemates, and me as usual acting cute.

out of the heart comes bloom
well, i'd just like to thank God for seeing me thru this entire day. i am back in the comfort of my room, wrapped up today's shoot as well as edited the 'lil plug for church camp to be screened tomorrow. it's been an insane day, but God has taught me so much about trusting him with the time that He has set aside for me. that even though if i'm only gonna rest three hours for tonight, He will use those three hours to do His work, because my time is His time. and for all the unfinished work i have, trusting in God is more than just counting hours. still learning, still learning, now to be a better steward of my time, and go to bed right after i push "post".

a breath of new life
well, big ups to paul who's done up the mayfled website. there, you'll be able to download one (and only one) of our favourite songs. but hey, it's a good start before things start getting really kickass. also, the production crew is over at mine now, so while everybody (everybody loves you when you're easy), so i'm just getting an entry in before things start getting heated up. still have to edit tonight! cry!

may the dawn heal us of all infirmities
i got up at eight thirty this morning, just so i could run a few errands before going off to worship practice at two. however, setting up my bass took longer than expected, and after three hours, it's finally done. and i feel as if half the day has gone by already. still, there is a sense of satisfaction that i managed to do everything myself, but it is terribly draining. now i'm supposed to get an edit done to publicise camp tomorrow, but i dunno if i'm gonna have enough time. and then it's off to a shoot in the evening that looks like it's gonna take all night. God help me. have to get up at six thirty tomorrow just to reach church by seven thirty. i shure could use an energy boost, but as long as God is the strength of my heart, i guess the storm will weather thru.

wot we do in our spare time









bad excuses for good pictures

mindless grapes
well, the old comments thingy mucked up on me, don't know why.. so i'll settle for a haloscan comments page. be shure to send us your love!

help recover the next generation
how do i scream out the words? how does it all come crashing around? when you look left to right, centering on the souls of others, perhaps pieces of yourself you will grab onto. and judge less you may. so don't be oblivious to the things surround, turn a blind eye when they cut you. these are the instructions to life, don't listen to any of them. please please, i plead and implore you to just fill up this white space, and then you will know wot i mean. how everything falls apart, and makes sense to it all. get inside my head, and start tapping to the rhythmn in your soul. hold on, hold on, because when it's drifting all around, wot is left to do but hold on? be washed away, by the currents of pseudo life, hold on, to the rules of pseudo life. slowly it's not making anymore sense then it did at the begining. i've almost lost the will to live, the last shard of life i hold on to. it is the savage tomorrow, it is the clear day today. the gathering storm, the madness surrounds us on this cold morning. it is the gathering storm, and we will gather away, bind our spirits together, entwined and we shall live forever in the hearts of each other. it is the final call for today. birth.

guilty as a chosen cheese curl
if i haven't been here, it's because i've been working on my assignments. it feels terribly lonely now, and i know i've had my fair share of fun, but i guess i never want the fun to end. do i have a lot of growing up to do? i think so, this responsibility almost feels like it's killing me, suffucating me. why do i feel like i just want to quit school, why do i somehow know it's not gonna get any easier?

bear with me, if it wasn't for God, i wouldn't know for who else to look to. someday in our real lives, i'll tell you in totality wot it is i'm going thru. now this dream passes, and i slowly slink back into the driftings of unconcious life.

to feel your touch of hope.

link luck
just go to the link and download the mp3, its by the brian jonestown massacre.

link

dark lord of the sith
i know i should be doing an essay instead of watching this, but.. i just can't resist it. 'specially with the festivities

star wars spoofs

day brightener

yes! the poet that inspired Jim Morrison!

You are Arthur Rimbaud - a vital, cannon-changing
poet with a flare for tantrums. You tend to
write in a fever, and have a liking for the
disordered mind. Do't expect people to
understand you, for you are ahead of your time.


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