Omerta

well
its 10 oclock
sunday night
tomorrow is school
again
the weekend sure has
darted by

fell a bit sick on friday
continued through saturday
when i had to endure
tuition
guitar
with a nose so congested
you wouldnt get a hair through
thank God
it cleared up after clarinase
wasn't all too fine during
JYC meeting though
sorta lost my voice
and composture
when playing everyday
THAT song requires the most
concentration
i wonder why
chords arent that difficult
nor that fast
yet we always sprain
when we play
strangeness

today
was
cool
nuff said
first pub was
ultimate
smashing success
encore performance
danke's
to ivee
haha
you slacker
channel surfer you!
to john
"women"
proness!
to petrina
thanx for whining so well!!
haha, jk
to the wazowski brothers
yet another hit matirx scene!
next week's the sequel k?
haha, i think the message got across!
well after our pub stunt
and lessons
headed down to prayer room
to wait for Judah to free up
played some soccer
haha
we won!
then moved down to Judah
only to be jacked
because once we fixed up
the equipment
and hit two songs
we were chased out..
sigh
nevermind
our little JYC worship stint
is planned out..
or at least the teams are..
other than that
slept for hours on end today
did very little work
will have to rush tmrw
sigh
hope my books are still there
when i get back tomorrow


The summer wind came blowin' in
From across the sea
It lingered there touched your hair
and walked with me
All summer long
we sang a song
Then we strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts
and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights
Went flying by
The world was new
Beneath a blue
Umbrella sky
Then softer than
A piper man
One day, it called to you
I lost you to
The summer wind
The autumn wind
And the winter wind
They have come and gone
But still those days
Those lonely days
Go on and on
But guess who sighs his lullabies
Through nights that never end?
My fickle friend,
The summer wind
The autumn wind
And the winter wind
They have come and gone
But still those days
Those lonely days
Go on and on
But guess who sighs his lullabies
Through nights that never end?
My fickle friend,
The summer wind

peace

posted by S @ Sunday, September 21, 2003