YEA...recently i have discovered that i was spending too much time with everything other than myself. its not by pure realisation, rather its by a bunch of really caring pals, well not exactly a bunch...rather jus 2 of them:)
guess wat...since school started it has been studies, family, frens and joyce. i guess its abt time i enjoy my own time. by that i do mean spend time with myself, nothing more.
okok...getting abit too distracted there.
jus over the weekends i tried to go swimming. guess wat. like usual, man can plan all he wants and not know if it is accordance to the big plan. i ,somehow, didnt manage to even take off my clothes. the waters were so close yet so far.
then i started to take a very very long walk. the place? some park within vincity of the lakeside MRT station. the parks there was mostly centred around jurong lake. the view was jus spec-tag. i dun even know how to begin describing it. it was a place i would definitely wanna bring joyce to.
i was seriously suprised that within JE there are such exocitically nice spots. i always thot that the appeal of JE was its familiar and feverish warm concrete jungle. the roads full of smog and the crow-filled evenings. i am jus glad that there are such spots around the neighbourhood.
hehehe...i also crossed a canal yesterday. now, brimming with sense of achievement. my journey back home after the exploration saw coming face up with the canal, partially due to the shortcuts that i took. my brain reacted to the canal. "NO!, u cant make a safe jump." that was some good advice. so i took more roads into the journey and found another end of the canal. it was another suprising spot not to be missed. it jus keeps getting better. :)
okok...have to get back to studies. cant be too indulgent.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
the story of 枫(maple)[this story is written from the perspective of the tree]
continued...
its been a while since the tree was doin other things other than concentrating on his fifth season of growth. as it turns out, that was the maximum that he could rose to. his previous season of growth greatly stumped his attainment to great heights. nevertheless, he wasnt disappointed. he focused all his attention towards growing more branches, that in hopes leaves might grow flourishly in one of them.
despite being the last season of growth, he had made sure that all this fuss hadnt gone to his head. he still tried to make time for himself, family, frens and the people that he loved and loved him. it was a total mess. he feels ever lonely and apart from all of this.
amongst all these changes, he tried to look for the wind, to have at least someone to rely and depend upon. but all he found was himself.
loneliness is the training ground for the pursuit of greatness? and solitude is the only weapon that the tree can weld to train for greatness?
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a Tree's sonata
a love song for the one in the spring of love, is a great beginning.
a love song for the one in the summer of love, is a great excitement.
a love song for the one in the autumn of love, is a great dream.
a love song for the one in the winter of love, is a great sorrow.
within the hollow trunks of a Tree, this sonata is brought to life.
within the hollow of himself, this sonata is shattered to pieces.
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can the wind find the tree again? can the wind stop his spiral descent of depression? is the training of greatness jus a figment of his imagination? can they develop the faith and trust to lean and depend on one another?
continued...
its been a while since the tree was doin other things other than concentrating on his fifth season of growth. as it turns out, that was the maximum that he could rose to. his previous season of growth greatly stumped his attainment to great heights. nevertheless, he wasnt disappointed. he focused all his attention towards growing more branches, that in hopes leaves might grow flourishly in one of them.
despite being the last season of growth, he had made sure that all this fuss hadnt gone to his head. he still tried to make time for himself, family, frens and the people that he loved and loved him. it was a total mess. he feels ever lonely and apart from all of this.
amongst all these changes, he tried to look for the wind, to have at least someone to rely and depend upon. but all he found was himself.
loneliness is the training ground for the pursuit of greatness? and solitude is the only weapon that the tree can weld to train for greatness?
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a Tree's sonata
a love song for the one in the spring of love, is a great beginning.
a love song for the one in the summer of love, is a great excitement.
a love song for the one in the autumn of love, is a great dream.
a love song for the one in the winter of love, is a great sorrow.
within the hollow trunks of a Tree, this sonata is brought to life.
within the hollow of himself, this sonata is shattered to pieces.
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can the wind find the tree again? can the wind stop his spiral descent of depression? is the training of greatness jus a figment of his imagination? can they develop the faith and trust to lean and depend on one another?
