we cannot change the cards we are dealt,
just how we play the hand.
Friday, April 24, 2009
1:14 AM
Les Miz
Gavroche, the unloved son. lived on his own, a street urchin of sorts.
92-01
Enjolras, king of the revolutionary students.
02-03
Thénardier, master of the house, the corrupt innkeeper ethics of naught.
04-06
Javert, the obsessive inspector governed by his morals, who continuously hunts, tracks down, and loses. strived to excel, poised for failure.
06-09
when would i, be Jean Valjean.
the voices in my head-
Thursday, April 16, 2009
10:26 PM
Life of a Perfectionist
there is so much at stake here. i can't screw it up, any of it.
the voices in my head-
Friday, April 10, 2009
12:15 PM
Bond
i read an article on scholarship bonds, and how it is immoral to break such bonds. so what if one had money to compensate, the article commented. a scholarship bond is representative of more than money, it is an opportunity that could have been presented to someone else if one had not taken it up in the first place.
but truly, in the crude spirit of meritocracy, doesn't the individual under a scholarship have the right to break it. after all, he deserved the scholarship on merit - and at the juncture of decision-making, chose the route that suited him best.
what then, about acceptance of an internship. while still going on other interviews.
it is, a troubling issue. the balance of excellence and morals.
the voices in my head-
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
9:11 PM
Tuition
four years ago, i was bent double over the classifieds. ringing up every agency there was. spamming my name and contact for a desperate bid for students.
these days, i have the luxury of choice. and i am old enough to differentiate the illusion of alternatives and the luxury of options. i do have the luxury, raking twice the market rate.
perhaps this is what randy pausch meant by having something brought to the table.
alas, i grow. and tuition is but a little milestone on the great journey. tuition. passe. dowdy. history.
today, i met with an old friend. a mentor. perhaps she would align my life upon a new direction. a new waypoint. irony for such serious matters on the day for pranks.
the voices in my head-
i love my girl. a love so beautiful, symmetrical, tangible
God loves me. a love so great, unconditional, real.
my life in a nutshell. working towards loves of sorts. beautiful, symmetrical, tangible, great, unconditional and real.
a page, deliberately left blank.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 13:4-8
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