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Cara

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Saturday, April 12, 2008

hello, old friend. 2:58 AM

everything that is connected and beautiful--
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planetshakers 2008.

hello world. Did you miss it? You shouldn't have-- it was terrif.

After school; Wen Loong, Ash, WQ and I zipped into a cab and started the long, long, loong cabride to the expo.

"... are we there yet?"
"no, you fell asleep. we're on the way back now."
"but it's bright daylight!"
"yeah. it's the next day, see."

WQ: "I think you lost your lame box."
Ash: "What? Wth was that?!"
WQ: "...you know. Lame box. Voice box."
Ash: *facepalm* "... I don't know this guy."

we got to the expo, I got my pretty usher glowband; and then consequently the four of us went around camwhoring. I didn't know guys were capable of camwhoring. Until I met these three.
They're even worse than me.
we went around getting random ushers to take pictures of us on the stairs/ being an air band/ posing as bouncers/ being celebs and paparazzi on the red carpet.
picture overload, request of the guys.

... tracker power. woohoo.

oh yeah. good times.

the three of 'em kept hiding from the ushers by diving into the guys' washroom.
grr.

"what! why d'ya'll keep going to the one place where I can't go?"

Ash: "... Things would be much easier if you were a guy, Neo. Mucccchhh easier. If only you were a guy."
Wen Loong: "... That might not be as farfetched as you might think."
Cara: "!!!" *shoulderslams*
Wen Loong: "Ow. Violent. See?"

anywayyyy. the planetshakers were awesome.
We were aaaalll the way in front; like, right smack up in front; like, can't-get-any-closer-to-the-stage kinduv in front.
And that was swell.

and then amidst all the flashing lights and the stage glare
and the sound of people screaming "praise him! praise him! praise him!"
suddenly I realized how blessed I was.
I mean-- look at me. I was totally destined to have been born abnormal-- y'heard the doctors: a missing limb, maybe, or two; or no eyes or ears, or maybe not being able to hear.
"an abortion case," they said.
but my parents went God's way.
and look at how I turned out.

... I mean-- I know I can act pretty retarded sometimes; but I'm pretty darn whole, if you ask me.
I'm not missing a limb or anything-- I'm in cross country.
I'm not missing my eyes-- I love my eyeliner.
I'm not missing my ears-- they're elven whoppers.
I'm not missing a sense of hearing-- I adore my iPod.

and I'm not some little black row of numbers on a sheet of statistics for aborted babies.
I'm alive, and breathing, and free, and glowing, and more real and radiant and more full of life than ever I have felt
and God, I am so grateful for that.

so yeah. it was an experience.
I made a new usher friend, too! :D who agonized incessantly over the question of my ethnicity.
"I don't know-- you're, like, Chinese with an angmoh-ish voice and the Giselle Bundcheon tan; so tell me now stop the suspense!"
ushers united yo.
fear the glowsticks.

... Ethan came to meet me halfway through the concert. I thwacked him on the head while jumping around-- I'm sorry!
so after it was all over (amaaazing encore!) the guys and I headed back. Ethan insisted that he send me back home in a taxi, which was nice; thank you, mellon nin. (: and tomorrow there's ice skating and pool, hurrah! i love the weekends.
especially since I've just finished the SAA race-- God, thank you for seeing me through it and not letting my foot slip and not letting me fall downhill again like I did the last race,
that was terribly demoralizing and I was so afraid,
but the voice of truth tells me that this is all for you and so I ran for you,
the results were better than I'd hoped for,
thank you, I love you,

I need you more each day.