goodbye L@PD
finally, the camp is over, thanks to all those who attend, those who drove all the way to pd just to attend the camp, those who helped out so much for the camp, those who tried soo hard to finish up all the food (haha)...
to seniors, juniors and my fellow 'lostingmates', thanks again for making this camp going smooth and fun.
this site may be abandoned, but sometimes, i'll still be here, telling all of you current losting's stories, my stories, funny stories and never forget, erotic stories, muahaha.
i'll post some of the L@PD pics here when i get the pics from those with digi cams. ciaoz..
posted by TY @ 3:57 PM
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byebye
It's a weekly friday noon meeting,
hiding somewhere in the middle of nowhere inside
the campus.
You will not know who you will meet,
what you will see, what you will hear.
The second you walk in,
and close that door,
you know, something, somebody in there
today, will enlighten your inspiration.
It's Losting, and they named themselves, Lostingers.
..............................
It's not only music
not just people playing keyboards, guitars, drums, basses..
not just song writers, lyrics writers, artists..
It's a place where people coming in,
and learn to express what's really inside them.
It's a big sand box where you can show off
your ideas, your skills, your feelings, your ownself
in your own style, the original you.
And you know, people are always there,
and they listen, they aware of your existence.
.........................................
It's about music
and it's not only music.
they share, they jam, they learn and get inspired
among each others. They do practice a lot and then,
show up themselves in that only room every week.
Ready for something to happen, they always ready.
Even you in down time, low mood.
You just sitting at that corner.
Somebody, just somebody will come and
sit beside you. Crack you a joke, pass to you a piece
of paper fulled with lyrics, asking you a supper date.
You know, somebody always approach you,
and you always know, this always happens.
they called it Losting, when you are in,
sometime, you called it home
in your heart.
................................................
Do you know them? hey
write it down here, people will want to know
about them, whom they called
Lostingers.
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