A Late RemembranceA Late RemembranceA Late Remembrance
I know it is a little late for such things. For I am nearly two weeks away in my timing of writing this piece. On a cold November night walking from home from school, I have been touched in a way that I haven't felt in ages. I was listening to a podcast. It was CBC's Vinyl Café. I have been back tracking over the weeks I have fallen behind. I came across the Remembrance Day broadcast. I heard musical pieces that brought tears to my eyes yet, it was after Stuart read a piece from a listener and their experience among the crosses row upon row in Normandy that made me remember my time in Europe. Now I have t
A Dance with Lady LuckI am a firm believer in luck and chance. I find a thrill in a roll of the dice. To play against the odds. It is in those moments that make my adrenaline rush, my heart flutters and my pulse races. I become more one with myself and the universe in these mere moments. If victory is achieved then those feelings soar to levels beyond comprehension. Or so I let myself believe. Though there are those bittersweet defeats. Indeed they are tough to shallow; in the end it was I who cast the dice. Even with defeats I show how find the silver lining, usually by saying "O lady luck didn't have things in my favour." OrA Dance with Lady Luck
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MusicI take a glance at my alarm clock. It's 1:37 am and I should have been asleep by now. I'm tired and if I perchance laid down, I would be out like a light. Yet what is keeping me up this late at night. Why it's my good friend music and it's partner in crime Itunes. Some who read this may be asking, "Sage-Avii why not just turn off the music and go to sleep? I reply simply with a chuckle and say back to you "The music doesn't stop when I turn off Itunes." I still hear the beat. I feel the rhythm. I hum the tune. Which is both a gift and a curse, depending on what time of night it is and the time of my morning class. Though I may be tired tonighMusic
ChoicesHave you ever stayed up late at night? You are so tired yet there is one thing that is keeping you up at this ungodly hour. What is this one thing you ask? Simple, I reply…A choice. It can be something so small as what to bring for lunch or it could be something life changing like choosing wither or not to go for that new job. Yet there you are tucked in bed and this thought is not going to die on you.Choices
Well friends, I can say that I to have suffered the pain that is choices. Being a college student, I come across choices every time I try to sleep. To go to class or to sleep in? To ask one cute girl out coffee or go on
| Honestly what can I say about myself? I am charismatic marketing student, who wants to work for video game companies and I live and breath that very industry. Not to mention a nut of all things nerdy. I would describe myself as a "jack of all trades, a master of none" kind of nerd. I am also a lover of the arts in all forms, especially music. I can not stand a day without music. I am on deviantART to post some of my writings. Which will vary from rants, true stories and fiction. I may not be a photoshop wiz or a talented sketcher. What I do have is, my ability to creatively use the English language. I believe that an artist should have the ability to show their work to an open and caring, yet critical environment. Hence why I write here and not a blog or anywhere else. |
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