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Wednesday, 06 October 2010

  • Apart

    As much as I'd love to say that I'm back in full force, graduating and ready to take on the world, the truth is, I'm really not.

     

    I've entered my senior year feeling somewhat aloof, and not in that attractive, want to know more about her aloof. I mean out of touch with everything she's involved in aloof. Everything seems to be in limbo:

    Education

    Athleticism

    Creativity

    Spiritual Life

    Family Life/Personal Relationships

    That leaves very little to feel together about. I've been preoccupied for the last week or so as well. My Auntie Artist has been diagnosed with lung cancer, and it's in the late stages. Simply put, the chemo and radiation she's going through isn't to save her, but to prolong her life for a few more months.

     

    This hit me really hard for multiple reasons. She's my favourite aunt for one (I think she's my mum's favourite too); my mother, Davis and I took a road trip with her through BC and into Alberta and had a blast. She inspired me to work towards architecture, in only a sideways approach that she could. Her commitment to her craft and how hard she worked to be able to do it full time continues to blow me away. She's a funky artist who captured my heart despite living on the other side of the country. It broke my heart that I only got to know her better recently, and in fact, I had planned a future focused on her being there and being part of it. I don't even know how much I can involve her in my present. I don't want her to feel like I'm trying to squeeze out a few moments with her in lieu of what's happened, because that's really not the truth.

     

    I just want her to know that she has had an affect on my life, and for her to see that she's left a little bit of her in me. I think that would be important for both of us.

     

    cuesavvy

Monday, 29 March 2010

  • Currently
    The Power of One
    By Israel Houghton
    Just Wanna Say
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    KaBoomBoomBoom

    Lately I've been feeling a sort of rush of anger. The problem is, it isn't a focused anger, it's more of a general anger.

    Let's put it this way: I got general anaesthesia, but I don't know what for.

    The anger is there, it isn't prevalent, it isn't obvious. Oftentimes I forget it's residing deep down underneath the bubbly persona I've managed to craft for myselt. In fact, for the longest time, I didn't even know it was there, but lately...lately...lately...it's been pushing the surface. Fluctuating in and out of my mood, my state of mind. I'm more than sure it's just some retarded teenage angsty thing. Most of the time.

    I find myself fretting about the two homes situation, the things that I have to do:
    My situation in school. Art. Church leadership (especially when the church itself is a bit of a pain in the ass). I. Love. The. Use. Of. Periods. As. Opposed. To. Commas.

    I don't know what I'm angry about. I'm at a loss. I want to know what's gotten me so wrapped up because I'm not one to be consumed by an emotion like this. Generally I've been able to use what little I've mastered at self analysis and come up with a solution, but I'm stuck in a rut, with a knife in my gut, and I can't take it out, 'cause I don't know the route!

    Oh I'm so clever.

    More purposeful blogging to come, I swear!

    cuesavvyout



Monday, 22 March 2010

  • Currently
    Waiting To Exhale: Original Soundtrack Album
    Hurts Like Hell - Aretha Franklin
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    Choosing A Career?!

    I must say, to be in high school looking down the line, and having to choose a career path is a daunting task. For awhile, my heart has been set on architecture, but there are times when I look at things brilliant architects have done and I find myself thinking, "I'm not capable of that!" Even looking outside the design standpoint, in some buildings, the physics applied, and ingenuity involved blows my mind. I can do physics, but I have no idea how I could even think to apply it in a situation.

    I'm in awe of the people who can select their careers at my age. Even before! Often times, they're brilliant examples such as the Bryan brothers. Can I be brilliant? Anyone I'd ask would say yes. But that's usually how it is. Most people won't tell you straight up, "No, I don't think you've got it in you." I'd like to think that I do.

    To the elders: how the hell did you choose a career path?! Was it something that you came to eventually after years of toil? Did you know as soon as you left highschool? Before? After? Was it something someone said? Something your parents pointed you towards? Did you even have a choice? Are you happy?

    To my fellow young'uns: Any clue what you'd like to do? Why?

    cuesavvyout

Friday, 19 March 2010

  • Lucky Me

    SOMETIMES...

         it takes a long time to make a decision
         that you've already made.
         you feel lost inside and out.
         someone has to give you a firm footplant
         in the ass to get your head moving.

    I'm so blessed to have the friends that I do.
    Really.

    cuesavvyout

Wednesday, 17 March 2010

  • Currently
    Butterfly
    By Mariah Carey
    Butterfly
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    A Halfway Song Perhaps?

    The story of mankind
    Is detailed in volumes
    Inkings of proof, beliefs, and truths
    Comprehension, sacrifice
    Revolution, cost and price

    The Word's a impression
    The World's a lesson
    Lost and found in Grace and Logic
    Shored by both, Identity Project

    His self is of the past
    Left there to remain
    Hidden in the world he spins
    Objective set, forgiven sin
    Convoluted, origin

    The Word's a impression
    The World's a lesson
    Lost and found in Grace and Logic
    Shored by both, Identity Project

    Your thoughts?

    cuesavvyout

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