Love is an attitude, love is a prayer,
For a soul in sorrow, a heart in despair;
Love is good will for the gain of another,
Love suffers long with the fault of a brother
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Rain Drops
Pitter-patter spitter-spatter
Rain drops Rain drops they fall from the sky
Washes away the dullness of the air
Splatter-splatter splash splash
I hear people scramble for desperate cover
Dodgeing the droplets like an action figure
Shh...tap tap...pause....
I see them through the curtain of water
Standing
Unsheltered
Soaked....but not drenched (there's meaning behind this word)
Cold....but not shivering
Warmed by an immediate embrace,
their hearts beckon for one another.
The leaves rustle and rocks crackle
Sealed
with a kiss
was that instant
romance
Isn't the rain rather wonderful? It produces many different feelings on various different occasions. For some it's dreadful as it means the choice of activities are now restricted to indoors; whilst for some it spells catergory 1 weather which means THERE'S NO SENSELESS TRAINING!! WOHOO!!! Umm..sorry my bad, I promise I will not to go into anymore army talks in this entry. ^^v
However, one thing I feel still remains constant; that slightly mystical and unpredictable nature of rain is what contributes to it's acclaimed romantic characteristic.
Yes, don't you think a stroll in the rain with someone special side by side is rather romantic? With or without an umbrella. A kiss or two under light showers would have painted the perfect picture for Michael Angelo's skilled hands to work on.
Cliche isn't it?
Here's a story inspired by real life experiences, fiction or not I'll leave it to the readers to guess.
"What?! Emerald? that's ridiculous! I mean...do u really think I like some girl who is like 4 years older then me? I mean..of all people man You believe in that kinda gossip? Oh man....."
That was just a snipet....no time to write the story now....esp when i'm gonna train for a khaki beret
reflected by Juls @ 12:22 am
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Sunday, June 10, 2007
And so the countdown begins
Indeed, 2 months have pass very quickly, though as usual when you're going through the pain it does seems like forever.
In exactly 3 days, I'd be saying goodbye to that ever-green island. Yes...POP!!! Weeee!!
Only to await with nerve-wrecking anxiousness the fate that lies before us. Storeman, driver, clerk are unfortunately something we'll just dream about. The options on the various vocations are endless but ironically it's not for us to choose. Sigh.
I wish to set Armee aside for awhile and dwell on other things, like poetry or songs, gossips and idle chatter (well i know gossiping's wrong but it's kinda fun to listen to). I'd like to do a little bit of drawing or sculpturing but never really set my mind on them.
Well anything but armee that's for sure, need a break man...
Haven't been talking to any of my girl friends lately, I mean right now I've entered the stage where when 2 guys start a conversation the topic is horrificly obvious. I'll let you guess what that is. Ladies on the other hand...have more interesting thing to talk about, unless u talk to a woman who signed on in the army.
My idle chatter right here's getting seemingly boring, guess I've really nothing of much interest to talk about as my mind's a blank. No purpose no objective no personality....man Julian you better buck up in your writing.
This is soon-to-be private JT signing off
Goodnight
reflected by Juls @ 4:37 pm
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A Jack of all trades but a master of none. A man of secrets and Mystery. One can never decipher the very thought in the complex mind of his.
Loves
Chocolate
Photography
Greeb Pastures
Fellowshipping with friends
Hates
being ignored
Big bad wolf
Cows...they steal my grass