let lemons be angry

On awful days I flick past all the songs on my player. On good days it doesn't matter, every song sounds good to me. And busrides feel nice even when they're slow and cold.

One week to the semester show. I foresee a terrible weekend. But here I am, feeling pretty alright if it's not too early to say.

My mood has a lot to do with sunday and homecoming at the royal family kids' camp. Every time i walk from bishan mrt to the training centre, i feel the most alone i've ever been. Not lonely, but singular, uncovered, alone. But i get there and I know-- it's the songs, hopeful and upbeat but sad: "Lay it down, lay it all down and forgive", it's the blurred out faces from last year's camp photos that i still recognise, it's the drawing together of unlikely people in the same room, it's the children we can't wait to meet and love.

It's when I'm alone that God gets me to do things like this.