Am cooking as i type.
Hungry cuz i din have dinner before going to gary's concert.

This post is not about how well gary sang at the concert.
Nor is it about how fair gary was when he took off his shirt onstage.

Nonetheless, this post may sound quite bias. Even offensive.
But this is truly my self-reflection on my way home from the concert.



My ticket was a complimentary one. Meaning it's free.

I didn't buy a ticket simply because i had no money. And i'm not really that crazy over gary. Not like what some of you may have perceived me to be. But well, since it's free, might as well go. (kiasu singaporean)

During the concert, some parts were visually stimulating. At certain points, i still got blown away by gary's voice. But mostly, i sat there and thought, "What's next?"

As novelty wears off, i was left yearning for something more. Don't get me wrong, gary's concert was good. Great, in fact. But somehow, it's not good enough.



I was on the bus with zann when i asked her if she felt empty after the concert. And she said yes. It's like there's something missing, she said. And i agreed totally.

I've just experienced what it meant to fill your heart up with something that just can't satisfy. Impressive but lacking in depth. Stimulating but ain't lasting. Good but ain't good enough.

I can't help but to compare this with the late nights i've had with church friends. We weren't at some mega concert. Nor did we attend the most spectacular event of the year. We were just hanging out and doing the usual things. But every time i went home, there's a smile that lingers on. A joy that can't be described.



I can't help but also compare the friendships i've built. I had steamboat buffet with the gfc people on thursday. The food was great, but we were almost silent while eating. Someone commented that we're too focussed on our food. But in my heart i knew why no one was talking. There was nothing to talk about save gary-related topics. And food was just an excuse.

I didn't go KL for gary's concert. Instead i went KL for adults camp. On hindsight, there's just so much more meaning in the camp. It's not just about having fun. It's about sharing lives. It's about something eternal.

When my father passed away, it was my church friends whom i first cried in front of. Who stuck with me throughout. Who kept me company through the three days' wake. Who ate up most of the peanuts too. Who knew that even though i say i'm okay, i wasn't. And they were bold enough to tell me so.





I really couldn't help but compare. Gary ain't bad. And gfc ain't bad either. But there's just so much meaning and depth in loving God and his people that they pale in comparison.