What You See is What You Get Age: 17+ Gender: Male Passion is Everything Designer Writer Artist Chorister Guitarist Catholic WISHLIST Guitar Capo Art Books MAR 14 Ultimate Avengers Movie 2 Marvel's Secret Invasion Mass Effect 2 Reborn! Ring Sets Links Brian Selene Jason Bryan Isabel Kenneth Ryan For original webcomics, visit BLUBARI! Brighten My Day Project List Hyperblood: Olympian's Path (comic/on hold) The Phantasm (comic) Deadball: Live on 3 (3D game) Burglar in the House (board game/competition) Spellforce Series (story/ongoing) PerFic (combined project) |
Tuesday, December 18, 2012 It's half an hour before I gotta leave the house to book in. Haven't touched blogger in a while, but there have been some things I need to get off my chest. Some time ago I reflected and realised I haven't done most of the stuff I set out to do. Didn't get a proper job before enlistment, didn't take my 2B license, didn't plan a proper advent activity for the kids. Now I wish I had more time to do all those things and more. I wish I had more time to take JY out for dinner; actually commit on getting my license; meet up with the AMEX kids before they break up; watch The Hobbit with my family; do some proper Christmas shopping. But there's always something going on. If it's not army stuff, then it's choir. Practice, mob, making farewell gifts for important people I don't care about. The army side, there's nothing much I can do about it. But there are times when I wonder if the choir side is worth the sacrifice. I'd really like to think it still is. What I have been able to do though, is think a lot, and get angry. And yes, I finally admit that I am angry. At the big catalyst that was Laoren leaving us. The horrid snowball of events that eventually led to SJB's departure. And now, all the kids wanting to disappear. I've grown up and learned enough now to know that Leonard isn't to be blamed (at least not solely) for this. People come and people go. Nothing happens that God doesn't allow. Still, it's hard to swallow, seeing everything and everyone you love fade away from you. Knowing that nothing you have done or can do will change things. I guess that's the painful part. I'm angry. And I've been pretending I'm not for so long. But does it matter? I still love the choir, so much. But when every plank from a ship has been pried out and replaced with a new one, what keeps it from becoming a totally different ship? Isabel, why did you choose to do this now? |
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