Watered?

Falses to a start, means to an end. You reap what you sow. Having attempted to answer the question of distance, limited time confounds me. I consolidate an afternoon's design.



A distant storm makes no effort to conceal itself. The beast's cries ring loud and crude. The air spilled with the animal's pungent breath. A thundering bellow sends the surface lifeforms skittering beneath stones, ionic ozone particles hot on their trails. Silence and breeze deceive. Without notice, the lake's serene skin gives way to ripples, tossed and torn. All are reluctant in futile exhaustion against the limitless wrath. Tolls are taken, separations are a given.

Children of umpteen ray-eaters lie sprawled in the midst of man paths. Many shapes, many sizes, many kinds. Inches from the soaked ground, a foot pummels gears and wheels. Prod carefully, the thought comes late. Even the monstrosity obeys the laws of nature. Rubber loses contact, letting flesh have a taste of the ground medicine instead. Sweet red bursts out to play, a creature ponders. Is it still intact? Paws, feathers and hands, they looked fine. Then, was it a miracle?

That instant asking why this soul went out there chasing after a storm, the reply came. No, the storm found me, and you chose to tarry.

Cast the Distance

Taken somewhere up in the mountains years ago. It hit me as over-exaggeratedly unreal. But when your dreams are so distant, its all the more entrancing to look at.

Vienna

A melancholic twang,
we draw to another end.

The academic year cliffhangs to yet another closing. The Oktober Feast wasn't particularly memorable or exciting. Gathering of friends and cliques, the usual stuff. Not that I was content to just snap pictures and eat, there is still work to be done in the social department, but our time is running out.

This year can be partitioned into 2 main chapters. Pre-June, and post-July, what a difference a month's holiday makes. This incoming month of stopgaps, I need to continuing carry the resolve that has endured me thus far. But at the end, it is greater divine strength from above that will carry us through.

Skite

Light hovers, shimmers, illuminates, and the shadows come alive to play.

One I accidentally shot down from the sky, another I followed faithfully sweeping through the darkness. Can you appreciate its value? My world is colorfully dark, brought to life by light.

プライ

A ghastly image of the sun soaked the October noon sky. An untrained party huddled on. Not for warmth, but for the assurance that company brought. Heat with a stroke under this weather, in this place, is never desireable. Whilst hushing them on, a guide flanking the rear examines those wary looks and plodded movements. "Hot, hot!" some declare without any effort of concealing their agony. The smaller ones glared at the distance ahead, looks of defeat sprawling their faces.

ジュンプスタット

Had a meaningful day with Japanese students from Kogane High School. These guys have the coolest latest keitais (mobile phone) and great dress sense. Haruka from my group likes Do As Infinity too! According to them, the Filet-O-fish here is twice as thick as the one in Tokyo, rejoice! But the weather and haze are taking quite a lot of toll on them, most of them were sweating profusely. Dang, I wanna go Japan, always did.

Don't bother me about title. 131.

You know when your feet slow down to keep up with your thoughts, while walking to the bus interchange; Instead you find yourself at the train station barely 5 minutes later, to take the escalator at the train station upwards, only to come back down and repeat that same process a minute later. That's what happens when you are torn between 3 paths, kinda feels like a movie. Its not fun as protagonist.

Thanks to the haze. All the symptoms are showing up: sore throat and nasal channels spilling with mucus. This is the worst end of years I have ever endured, straining not just my mental, but also physical tolerance.

Today, we learnt something new. When a social experiment yields 100% attendance in the morning and later again but in the afternoon at 4.30pm, another 100% attendance: Hence by induction, we can conclude that the attendance throughout the day was 100%.

Happy Line

the hopeful match
taps a tangerine flame to life
casting aside a darkness' inch
its signature radiates
familiar, uncertainty
waxing, finching
it's fine,
strum a melancholic tune.

Spiked Shovel

As it was just 2 months ago, this rickety ship sets course towards a rocky bed of labour. The entry gets more straightforth and personal from here, its not fun to write cryptic all the time, especially when you want to shove the target audience with a clear piece of your mind. Apologies for digressing first into rants, my poor life narrative comes shortly after.

Not particularly intended at anyone, but I especially detest being left out of company, especially good merry ones. Stop sniding me about my antics, those were just one-off affairs to remind you that I exist on the radar. I'm also a person of the Word as well.

Handling with people is not one of my strong traits, I apologise if I put across myself in bad light at times with my money pilfering schemes. People make things happen, I'm lost for wits without people around.

Transverse back a few days' history, Waraku was great value. I promise myself to return for another treat soon. Try cringing over the weekend from the sheer irony of cheering yourself up by administering your own entertainment. Maybe if you have better things to suggest doing, IM me, I really appreciate it.

千尋

Whilst the choking combustion around the region and depressive reports on the news so easily sways one into believing that the big world is becoming bleaker each day, my search endures. The bestricken enterprise presses on with re-construction works, in the backdrop of Uillean pipes blaring their heartfelt melodies. A Storm is not far off. I have stared at its Eye once.

Blue Planet has taken on somewhat therapeutic qualities, allowing me to smile for once in days. When the orange days return, I shall be chasing those sky and clouds.

Harsh Descent

Victory's peak came, my long ardous trek came to an end. Or did it? Descent, so rapid a coarse, and we ruptured downhill.

No one said it was easy. Sheer emptiness just overcame me the moment I stepped out of the hall. The joy I sought was simply not on the other side of the summit. Deja vu, reality slapped me harshly, almost as the haze was strangling. I kept praying that it was for His Glory, but truly I had placed more to it. Where are all the people? Simply put, they are gone, transient as the wind.

To don a smokescreen and try to be approachable, but elicit a response equating nothing.
A candle in the wind; please lend me your flames lest I expire.
I need to hold on tighter to the eternal word.

Abrupt Forecast

Dawn roams at this hour near 6, the final push to the peak begins soon. Aclimatization to the cold air for the past month has not led me to forget the warmth and delight of the world a few kilometers down. An uneasy night brings me to write this entry, so many thoughts stir my thick head. The sojourn has truly been quiet and thought-provoking, especially the past few days. I was disturbed not with the climb's incline, but on life. Life's analogue, lacking the explicity of my current goal, is truly a challenge I have yet to overcome. To be plummeled back there, my heart yearns to embrace it and am fearful at the same time.

My heartfelt thanks to my skilled Shepherd for taking me through paths free from the strong winds that others encountered. The rays, Shoie's words of encouragement and Dolphin's modus operandi, I shall see again. For in this cold world, Lord you gave me a beautiful dream and plan, please keep them with me. Your Grace is sufficient, in faith I trust, and once more I set off...