Reflections In The Puddles

Journal

Sunday, March 14, 2010

leading a very busy life every single day that i hardly have time to have for myself only and just take a break at home.. in camp, its work work and more work. never ending work... and later followed on by more thgs after camp time. im not complaining.. but it feels good just to have some time for yourself, and relax at home.

yesterday was project 10km, 4th run alr. but i think im really damn weak.. guess its due to lack of rest.. i think i really need to sleep more nowadays. esp before training days.

soon monday will come.. and i just can't wait for wednesday.. and especially friday.

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Wednesday, March 03, 2010

my first lesson at bbdc!!! took the wheel for the first time and realised that driving is actually quite tiring on the legs and need to take note on quite a number of things... its just not as easy as it seems. everything was quite good i think, hopefully i can hit the road at my next lesson!! :D *prays*

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Voices

Quotes

"if someone loves you, love them back not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes to things you have never seen or felt without them." (ripped from solasura-honz)

As you envelope my mind, thoughts are all about you. I hope that you could walk into the ghost of me. My heart have been delievered to your doorstep, do you accept this mail?

Could you pull out some time for me and give both of us a chance to be together. Waiting isn't a problem, losing you would be the biggest trauma I would get. May this day where our hearts bond together come soon.

Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs; love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and its faith, hope and patience never fail. Love is eternal.

A recollection of poetry

"Twilight funeral"

Blackened and cold is the dusk
A veil where the shadows watch
Behind the dim requiems of light
When blindness envelopes our eyes

Silent and unholy is the dusk
A hole where the demons smirk
Beyond the clutters of human life
When deafness embraces our ears

Sable nothingness is the dusk
A shroud where the ravens flock
Tainting the purity of white clouds
When darkness devours our hearts

Inevitable death is the dusk
A cloak where the daggers hide
Under the facade of tranquility
When mortality is but a quip

- Solasura

"Muted Joy"

Words appearing before aquamarine eyes,
Inner warmth awakened.
Coldened heart was melted,
returning to its liquidfied state.

Hopes of rain fallen,
sheltered by feelings.
Flooded everywhere,
but not a single drop here.

Tune rings by the ears,
Emotions being mixed up.
Weak and deplorable,
Just takes the shape of you.

Ensnared by you,
Unintentionally or intentionally,
unable to be freed,
till Reaper's Scythe appears.

Which will appear first, rain or scythe?

"Solitude"

Time flies when words strung out,
numbing the bitter nerve.
Defrostation took place,
Everything seem to be in summer,

From the frosted white fingers,
darkness in the heart,
you brought warmth and light.
Turning upon an unretaliatable liquid.

Just as words strung out once again,
froze all happiness in me.
Bitterness awakened,
Negligible autumn, forver winterness.

Eclipse seems to take place forever.
Light and warmth never took place,
Darkness and chill,
mutated the mind into an unfeeling solid.

When solitude occurs, does anyone bothers?

- Takizawa