27/11/2008 The camp which I won’t be forgetting forever……

“他的心跳停了一毫秒，血色从他的脸上消失得无影无踪。 平日那把在他手上的吉他， 那把可爱的吉他，躺在地上，断成了两节。 他哭不出来，就算泪水已在他的眼眶内打滚。他逼不得已地拿起吉他，闪躲众人的眼光，泪汪汪的眼睛随着主人的脚步声有节奏地流下咸咸的结晶体………”

Well, if you’re loyal enough to read my previous post, you’ll be knowing that I’m going for a ISCF camp at Sri Matang. It’s a very very very nice and “nice” camp which I’ll never, ever be forgetting. Why? Just you wait and keep on reading, you’ll soon find out.

The camp site is just very cosy and very beautiful, I can’t help going to the exterior part of the camp site where the swing is. (well, I only managed to sit on it on the last day, that’s today. XD)
We had participated in all sorts of activities. We have a lotz otf great fun there…. (not to mention about how close our relationship are after the activities.

There’s a swimming pool at the camp site, so we always swims there, I learned to float but I didn’t manage to learn it. Then, something happened.

I came back from the swim. And I found something lying on the floor. The heck, it’s my first-in-my-life guitar! I thought I would only suffer from a couple of tune-mistakes or so on and so forth. But, the worst had happened, right in front of me. The guitar is broken, its head cracked and it lied on the icy floor, bathing with the freezing cool wind. My worst fear had become true.

I can’t believe it at first. But my eyes still caught upon the broken, dead guitar. The strings are still as strong as fiddles. But the head is broken into two, TWO!!!!! Then, thoughts starts to flood into my mind : “who did it?” “what am I gonna do?” “what shall I tell my parents?” “how the guitar will be if I just forget-to-bring-it-to-the-camp at first?”

I can’t cry, just can’t. I don’t know why, I can’t feel the blood running in my veins, the warm sensation on my face disapparated. I just stand there, dumb-struck, looking at my 15th birthday present, my present from me, myself.

I did not blame anyone for my guitar’s malfunction, for it happened when everyone is enjoying the swim, and it’s me who brought it here at the first place. So, I pray to God. I hope God will comfort me and listen to my feeble prayer. The night went on with dead silent atmosphere dangling around the camp site.

Well, I don’t have the feeling to joke anymore, at least not now. Just hope that I’ll get a brand new guitar and I promise I’ll protect it the next time I own one. I wanna thank here for God’s comfort through my friends and my teacher and my pastor….

The guitar accompanied me for 9 months and I really missed it.