Haven't updated in a minute.  School officially comes to an end this week, thank god.  I hope winter break provides me with a lot of catch up on sleep and working out.  Cousins are coming to visit in a few weeks form Guam, and then we're all off to West Virginia for a resort and then D.C.  It should be fun.

The more I look around and listen I realize that I'm not alone. We are all facing choices that define us. No choice. However messy is without importance in the overall picture of our lives. We all at our own age have to claim something, even if it's only our own confusion. I am in the middle of growing up and into myself.

                            -Sabrina Ward Harrison

I've come to a point in my life, a turning point, where I am faced with different choices, where I am forced to decide.  I cannot run away from making these choices, or face risk of never growing up. With my choices also, I know I have hurt people I care about.  Some more than others.  I have made choices, knowing that these choices will make me a better person.  I've risked knowing that I may lose certain things I wouldn't ever want to lose.  But at such an important point in my life, i have to.  There may be difficulty in understanding why I choose the decisions i make, but i know that ultimately it will come full circle.  Like the quote above says "I am in the middle of growing up and into myself."  For me to achieve that, I must focus all that I have on that.  I need to grow into myself, into who I want to become.  I need to learn what it is I need to learn to do this.  The only thing I can really hope for is that the things I choose to leave will still be there when I've become the person I want and need to be.  But nothing is guaranteed, so all I can do is hope.

  Passion once known

like the subtle water drops, to a pedal of rose.
for i am a wilted petal, yet nobody knows.
the beauty indeed, remains in the same.
though i am alone, i no longer remain.

i fell stray from the stem, the pedals, and dew.
suffocation from air, from light, and from you.
a dwindling rose with only one breath to breathe.
a heart minus love is most certain to seethe.

on the window sill crack, i there sit, i there lay.
alone with my thoughts, and not much left to say.
for all that i am, is no longer what were.
i am no longer a rose, when i am without her.

- Vince Lacsamana