As bad as everything may sound, still I force myself to be thankful for the enumerable things I ignore. And I won't bother making a list. After all, it's only 3 months. Things might change slowly as soon as I gather enough guts to give my choral work Misa Austri to my classmate in Music Analysis named Mark, who happen to be the conductor of the Madz. On other news I just finished filling up my application for membership of the Asian Composer's League Phil. To which I need just as much guts to still hand it to the League's president. And also, Jerry Dadap offered give me private lessons.
God knows what will happen next but for now, I'll just keep swimming my ass off in this sea of mediocrity until I find my island.