my random musings, now in words.
Ya know, I think I am officially a student again.
And you know what, I think I am working hard again. I think.
In spite of (or maybe because of) the grueling two weeks of rehearsals, I’ve noticed that my studies are not my top priorities anymore. Of course, I attend classes, while I silently trying to remember my lines for the first scene of the play. I attend tutorials, and go through it with somebody else’s answers. Get what I mean? My devotion towards this play is kinda sick, and I refuse to talk about it anymore. The show’s over. I have nothing to say about it, but I am equally happy that I sorta have my student life back, or in other words, I am now in control of my study schedule and all the academic shizz. But the production will be missed, nonetheless.
It fills up an empty space in my heart for sure.
The tears I’ve shed during rehearsals.
The support and love I’ve received.
The focus I’ve tried to achieve for so long.
The character I’ve nourished and become.
I’ll miss everything. Even if it is laced with hatred, annoyance and angst.
Rukh 01.14.2010 Lesson Learned.
Dearest Kenchana, may you rest in peace. Goodbye and thank you.
Dearest .M. may you study your way through hardship. May God ease your way. And stop pretending that you’ve covered all the Tort’s cases. Find your way back to the library, will ya?