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Sunday, May 17, 2009

which parents supports you fully in what you do, raise your hands.

i see some, but not all.
and im in that all.


honestly, if i said my passion wasn't there, i'd be lying. it was there. all along. i know not everyone from SSP is going to read this, but i know enough people will care about what will become of SSP after this. i'm hurt to leave, i'm hurt to be sorry. I love you guys for giving me a chance to show what i'm capable of. thank you for the opportunity. I'm so darn sad to be thinking of leaving. leaving all my friends behind, leaving all my fun. i dont want to. i seriously dont want to. "...just think it over..." was one of the last few words that was said to me, and i'm seriously doubting my thoughts......

"just a waste of time..."
all those tears were for you, mama.
of all the things you said to me, the worst was yesterday.
i cried in the mrt,
i cried alone,
i cried during rehearsal
i cried last on my performance.
mama, i won promising actress.
mama, my group was good.
mama, you and abah weren't there.
just when it seemed all these tears cant seem to fall anymore,it did, when i was on the train home, and even when abah talked to me.
mama, my friend is almost blind, another has cancer, another is still strong everyday for her beau is a coma.
mama, my life isn't sad i know.
and i know your not going to read this either.
when i said i wanna be a rock star
you laughed
when i said i'd win a singing competition
you laughed
when i said i'd appear on tv
you laughed me off....
i love theater, i love singing, and i love dancing the most...

but is it right for me to give in, and sacrifice something that i truly love? is it worth it in the end?
i guess the answer will always be in a standby