Counting Shadows
Saturday, November 3rd, 2007I know this may matter in the next couple of days but no more when I look back at everything. Still. Who says there is no room for closure?
Paskorus is in six days and I really want my class to make it to the finals. I know they are very talented singers and gifted musicians, all of them. And despite that nagging feeling I have that not all really want to join, these people still made the effort to join the rest of the class to compete.
I'm really touched by this despite my misanthropic state of mind. But I can't deny that I have issues to find closure with and the resolution is through a brilliant performance that will land the class a spot in the finals. I know that the two classes with the best performances deserve the finals spots. And really, as long as those classes deserve the finals, it's no issue with me.
But the thing is, sometimes, it's not just talent and hard work that gets credited.
And this is where my frustration comes in.
Maybe I'm overreacting.
I need to breathe. Just because this will be the last choral singing competition I'll be competing in with a class and just because of unresolved issues, I shouldn't get so worked up about all of this. I shouldn't let status quo deprive me of a mindset for the win.
A system of injustice shouldn't bother me now, eh? After all, this is the world.
I know 4 C! will give its best in the Paskorus Eliminations. Win or lose, the section is not compromised.
They Said Yes!
Saturday, October 20th, 2007They really did!
Now it's either that or THAT on December.
Arbitrary
Saturday, October 6th, 2007Arbitrarily, I have just turned 17.
In the course of this short lifetime of mine, I have been taught so much by the world that I have grown weary and tired. I find myself wishing for this phase to be over just so to get a move on and to get things over with.
Just to get on with the next phase in life.
And the next.
And the next.
And the next.
And the —______.
Point being, this can't really be all there is to life now, ne? There just has to be something - something out there to put sense and meaning, if not a purpose to the grand scheme of things!
Perhaps my purpose is to find that meaning.
So arbitrarily, this is not my date of birth. This is my date of awareness of the world I exist in.


