my mind wanders... on a thought of a green sunset

Friday, June 23, 2006

Miscellaneous Magnitudes

Whoo... After a long school week... That's a lot of jobs in just 5 days. Homework buzzing every now and then, including some group activities that always spell "effort" in every step of the way. Aside from the movements that we have been doing for last week, mainly from Ms. Correa's antics and the hand movements for the flag raising ceremony, "effort" is something that has been lingering the campus and the classes.

Well, effort. It's something new for me. I guess I could say I was a pretty damn good slack in my past. However I'm making changes.

One of them is cutting off the slack.

Next in hand, I've been trying to save (as much money as possible) for some stuff. I really need the currencies, what I mean, the cash. I learning the importance of desolate prudence. *desolate seems too harsh...*

I'm back to reading novels. One will never know how to write without reading a good work of someone who carried the same effort. *an exception: the inventors of writing language had no references... their life was easier that way*

I always get a good sprint. Ten to fifteen minutes, all around one long street. Running is one good way of relieving stress, and it is good for one's health. This isone nice improvement. I was once a couch potato. I would just read, watch TV, eat and spend days sleeping. I do it on alternating days, so that my body could recuperate.

I'm being with everyone I know. Though sometimes I had to sacrifice some gimmicks for another person or group of people. I love being with everyone I know now. Not just one circle of friends, but coinsiding loops of people.

I really, really want to sing. Even though God has not graced me with the most beautiful of voices, He gave a a tiny token. A tiny effort *see! it appears...* for a song...

I am now trying to be with the MaSci chorale. I have now my mentor Emerson, who is very passionate about music. He said so himself - music is his passion, something deeper than love. I want to sing. One tiny step, I hope, would go a long way.

At least, that is what the poems in my CAT tickler say. They're particularly enlightening.

Everything would be long term, I suppose.

Ciao~

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