Of a graduation adn a wake
Before anythig else, Congratulations to my sister, Audrey Tessa T. San Agustin, AB Managemen Economics, 2007
Graduatons are supposed to be fun family activities that brings families together, celebrating the achievement of both parent and child. For the parent, the sight of their child marching on stage and receiving their diploma is a great relief from all the sacrifices they've made to get their child throgh school (in this case, college). For the child, it is a culmiaton of all the years of hard work and sleepless nights, toiling through exams and papers, now marking the day where they are n longer considered students (at least for those not going on to med or law school).
Now the personal emo crap. If you're going to get upset or irritated at what you're about to read (assuming some people actually still read this blog) please close the browser window now.
Tonight, I did not have to play. Julz et al knew I have a final exam in a few hours, yet I decded to play. I want(ed) to play. Don't get me wrong, if you've heard me play, i'm far from ood. On my good days, I guess you can say I'm decent. But tonight, even if I probably will not be sleeping to review the bill of rights, I still went to Julz lola's wake to play.
Last year when I graduated (albet did not march or more than one reason) there was notso much fanfare. My father's dream even came true to a certain extent that I was admittted to his alma matter, and (sir Te, please pardn me for saying this) would be studying law in th grand manner. No grduation dinner, no ceremony or anything.
sometimes I wonder,if I asked my dad to buy me a laptop becaus eI wat something to produce music on, if he would have bought it for me. Of ourse, now I use this computer primarily for downloading and for my music, be it my collection or the few times i get to goof around with the software.
(see post regarding my birhtday and the christmas concert)
I have to study, and will be studying after I ifnish this post. But I had to go to thewake. partly because Julz is my friend, and the rest of c5 for that matter, but more so because I wanted to play.
I'm quite saddened thiugh that it was a wake, if only for this thought: I hate the idea o my parents only hearing me play/sng at eithr of their funerals. however, the way things are going, this will most probably be the case. I've given up on inviting my parents and my siblings to watch me perform. I even rememer my sister's comment about the concert when she asked me not to tell the parents because they might ge forced to watch. Honestly, it hurts, but if the don't wat to watch, I won't force them.
They've never asked me, but the thngI'm proudest of is not getting into the best law school in the country but the thing I'm happiest about is my music (for lack of a better term since I don't write my own music yet). Don;t get me wrong, I love my parents and my siblings to death.. ti the point that I don't xpec them anymore to unerstand or to want to watch me.
It's a burden sometimes to force myself out of bed every sunday to go to mass, especially these past few weeks where there is a TRO against Musica Chiesa. Part of what makes it much more difficult is running into my parents on my way out, knowing thaty they absolutely don't understand nor care why I do this. Times like this, i'm just thankful to Ahia Mark, Alay, Nath,Third, Lyn, Lobit, Shaina, Gab, Chris, Arianne, Rina, Uncle Bob, Elgene, Carlo, Fr. Jboy, Keena, Mel, Tricia et al, Cel, Carlo, Silke, Mike, twinkle and i'm sure I'm forgetting some people.. but anyway.. I know some of you I've tortured though the weirdest pageant and yet you stayed til the wee hours to watch me play, and some others I've pissed off, and some who've asked me to play, and the others who have giveen me opportunities, and of course those who i play with. hmm, there. haha, this eded up becoming a cuba gooding, Jr. but getting back to what i was saying (assuming Ihad a main point)..
Congratulations to my sister.. yey I don't hve to drive her around anymore.
Ok, now to study.
Graduatons are supposed to be fun family activities that brings families together, celebrating the achievement of both parent and child. For the parent, the sight of their child marching on stage and receiving their diploma is a great relief from all the sacrifices they've made to get their child throgh school (in this case, college). For the child, it is a culmiaton of all the years of hard work and sleepless nights, toiling through exams and papers, now marking the day where they are n longer considered students (at least for those not going on to med or law school).
Now the personal emo crap. If you're going to get upset or irritated at what you're about to read (assuming some people actually still read this blog) please close the browser window now.
Tonight, I did not have to play. Julz et al knew I have a final exam in a few hours, yet I decded to play. I want(ed) to play. Don't get me wrong, if you've heard me play, i'm far from ood. On my good days, I guess you can say I'm decent. But tonight, even if I probably will not be sleeping to review the bill of rights, I still went to Julz lola's wake to play.
Last year when I graduated (albet did not march or more than one reason) there was notso much fanfare. My father's dream even came true to a certain extent that I was admittted to his alma matter, and (sir Te, please pardn me for saying this) would be studying law in th grand manner. No grduation dinner, no ceremony or anything.
sometimes I wonder,if I asked my dad to buy me a laptop becaus eI wat something to produce music on, if he would have bought it for me. Of ourse, now I use this computer primarily for downloading and for my music, be it my collection or the few times i get to goof around with the software.
(see post regarding my birhtday and the christmas concert)
I have to study, and will be studying after I ifnish this post. But I had to go to thewake. partly because Julz is my friend, and the rest of c5 for that matter, but more so because I wanted to play.
I'm quite saddened thiugh that it was a wake, if only for this thought: I hate the idea o my parents only hearing me play/sng at eithr of their funerals. however, the way things are going, this will most probably be the case. I've given up on inviting my parents and my siblings to watch me perform. I even rememer my sister's comment about the concert when she asked me not to tell the parents because they might ge forced to watch. Honestly, it hurts, but if the don't wat to watch, I won't force them.
They've never asked me, but the thngI'm proudest of is not getting into the best law school in the country but the thing I'm happiest about is my music (for lack of a better term since I don't write my own music yet). Don;t get me wrong, I love my parents and my siblings to death.. ti the point that I don't xpec them anymore to unerstand or to want to watch me.
It's a burden sometimes to force myself out of bed every sunday to go to mass, especially these past few weeks where there is a TRO against Musica Chiesa. Part of what makes it much more difficult is running into my parents on my way out, knowing thaty they absolutely don't understand nor care why I do this. Times like this, i'm just thankful to Ahia Mark, Alay, Nath,Third, Lyn, Lobit, Shaina, Gab, Chris, Arianne, Rina, Uncle Bob, Elgene, Carlo, Fr. Jboy, Keena, Mel, Tricia et al, Cel, Carlo, Silke, Mike, twinkle and i'm sure I'm forgetting some people.. but anyway.. I know some of you I've tortured though the weirdest pageant and yet you stayed til the wee hours to watch me play, and some others I've pissed off, and some who've asked me to play, and the others who have giveen me opportunities, and of course those who i play with. hmm, there. haha, this eded up becoming a cuba gooding, Jr. but getting back to what i was saying (assuming Ihad a main point)..
Congratulations to my sister.. yey I don't hve to drive her around anymore.
Ok, now to study.
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