Thursday, December 17, 2009

Refuge.

Earth to me, earth to me.
Holiday is spelt v-a-c-a-t-i-o-n, but it is, ending.
And the one out of the only few things I've got out of this holidays is covering thyself with charcoal and a hair dye from all too much sunshine. Black, black, black.
J2 is soon, A's are soon, NS is soon.
Let this refuge last as long and as merrily as possible, before all future troubles tide over.

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The sponsor of the sign, Cardura, makes a drug sometimes used to treat enlarged prostates. So, maybe Mr. Stick is happy he's going less often?

Or it could be that Mr. Stick has just passed on and is floating beside his lifeless body. (Probably not the message Cardura hoped to convey.)

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Leona Lewis,
Footprints in the Sand.

You walked with me,
Footprints in the sand,
And helped me understand,
Where I'm going,

You walked with me,
When I was all alone,
With so much unknown,
Along the way,
Then I heard you say,

I promise you,
I'm always there,
When your heart is filled with sorrow,
And despair, I'll carry you
When you need a friend
You'll find my footprints in the sand.

I see my life flash across the sky,
So many times have I been so afraid.
And just when I, have thought I lost my way,
You gave me strength to carry on,
That's when I heard you say,

I promise you
I'm always there
When your heart is filled
With sorrow and despair
And, I'll carry you
When you need a friend
You'll find my footprints in the sand.

When I'm with you,
Well I know you've been there,
And I can feel you when you say,

I promise you
I'm always there
When your heart is filled
With sadness and despair
I'll carry you when you need a friend
You'll find my footprints in the sand, I promise you

Ohh, I'm always there.

When your heart is full of
Sadness and despair, and despair
I'll carry you when you need a friend, I'll carry you
You'll find my footprints in the sand.

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Thank you. (:

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Limits.

Just like there exists ceilings, there exists limits to one's abilities.

Limits: the final, utmost, or furthest boundary or point as to extent.

Often we attribute our futile attempts at our tasks at hand at being chained down by our physical restraints or let our progress be hampered by surrounding influences. Yet, why are people still overcoming their shortcomings and exceeding their limits daily? Do all of us not have a breaking point; a maximum?

I hate it when at my limits, I'm being pushed further; but I know, it's the only way I'll improve.
I hate it when delirious and weary, swimming coach goes '" some more and you will start from 0" I hate that especially.
But I've learnt, it is about not looking back until you reach the end, not pausing, just like the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. Look back and falter halfway, all efforts would be lost, you'd just be consumed, by exhaustion, or otherwise.

I think, the main factor for which people are unwilling to challenge their limits, is fear. The fear of not knowing what would happen if they do. The fear of bad consequences should they over-do their bodily limitations. The fear of failing in attempt to do so. Conquer the fear, conquer your challenges. Of course, know your limits.

If you're on the verge of giving up, wearied, exhausted, struggling, what would drive you forward? Motivations! (:

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15/12/09
20mins,20x.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Harvests.

Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly; whoever sows generously will also reap generously. Each man should give what he has decided in his heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion.

Nor should we act only under threat, or being coerced into doing so. Improvement, it comes from within oneself.

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Fwhhooom, 360degrees. x10
Today is the day it finally got right.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Leave, without any regrets.

Live Like We're Dying
Kris Allen

Sometimes we fall down and can't get back up
we're hiding behind skin that's too tough
how come we don't say I love you enough
till it's to late, it's not too late

Our hearts are hungry for a food that won't come
we could make a feast from these crumbs
and we're all staring down the barrel of a gun
so if your life flashed before you
what would you wish you would've done

Yeah... gotta start
lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here
this is all we got and we gotta start pickin it
every second counts on a clock that's tickin'
gotta live like we're dying

We only got
86 400 seconds in a day to
turn it all around or throw it all away
we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em
while we got the chance to say
gotta live like we're dying

And if your plane fell out of the skies
who would you call with your last goodbyes
should be so careful who we live out our lives
so when we long for absolution
there'll no one on the line

Yeah... gotta start
lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here
this is all we got and we gotta start pickin it
every second counts on a clock that's tickin'
gotta live like we're dying


We only got
86 400 seconds in a day to
turn it all around or throw it all away
we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em
while we got the chance to say
gotta live like we're dying

Like we're dying oh-- like we're dying

We only got 86 400 seconds in a day to
turn it all around or throw it all away
we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em
while we got the chance to say
gotta live -- like we're dying

We never know a good thing till it's gone
you never see a crash until it's head on
all those people right when we're dead wrong
you never know a good thing till it's gone

Yeah... gotta start
lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here
this is all we got and we gotta start livin it
every second counts on a clock that's tickin'
gotta live like we're dying

We only got
86 400 seconds in a day to
turn it all around or throw it all away
we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em
while we got the chance to say
gotta live like we're dying

Like we're dying oh -- like we're dying [x2]

We only got
86 400 seconds in a day to
turn it all around or throw it all away
we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em
while we got the chance to say
gotta live like we're dying
live like we're dying