Intro and vacation...

So here goes... I am not a philosophical or logical in any great extreme, but a mere girl who is stepping into the light of the world. I must say it is blinding and not what i expected, but this kind of random rabble (I'm hoping) will make me see it with some shades on. At the moment i am on vacation from being a full time dance student and living on my own. coming back to where my heart is is what i have been longing for the entire semester through. The time, however is slipping through my fingers like water making me cling on harder to the remaining droplets.
but time and life surpasses us all... so what is the use in trying to outrun them or make them linger? enjoying the given time with my loved ones and stretching the time as much as i can is all one can and must do.

then what am i doing sitting here and writing a blog?! well...i may have come down for a vacation but the others have not. They are still busy with deadlines and schedules that getting their time is like trying to hail a speeding taxi!! not impossible but not that probable either...
i cannot complain though as i am truly blessed. my 'daddykins' picked from the airport with a boyish grin on his face and a cap on his (almost bald) head, my mom and baby sister were at the gate as soon as they heard the horn of the car and my comrades were sports as they arranged a meeting the evening i landed! 'we cannot abandon traditions' is what they said. and to top it all i was able to see my someone special that same day and with 101 reason as to why...
so i ask you, who am i to complain?

well...i suppose i kind of (self flattering here) deserve some pampering! i study in an island where everything is too mechanical and almost no humanity. living in an open hostel where i share a room with 4 girls with no privacy of any kind is not that great either. day to day living where i have to worry about food (i eat to live but i am picky as to what i eat) and laundry and bills etc...its quite a hassle. then of course there is the reason i am there. Lasalle College of the Arts. A dance degree which (as all dance degrees i suppose) leaves me wondering where the love for the art has gone, for (most of the time) i find myself working on discipline and commitment alone.

there are times when the passion sparkles and i lose myself in the art, oblivious to all around me. then there are times where i feel like stomping out of the studio or just collapsing and giving up. it is a never ending struggle that keeps at me...but after an year and a half and 3 semesters later i find myself at almost at the end of that run and find myself still wondering which part of me will stand up proud and tall... for my part i hope its the passion...