How long before I get in?
Before it starts, before I begin?
How long before you decide?
Before I know what it feels like?
Where To, where do I go?
If you never try, then you'll never know.
How long do I have to climb,
Up on the side of this mountain of mine?
Look up, I look up at night,
Planets are moving at the speed of light.
Climb up, up in the trees,
every chance that you get,
is a chance you seize.
How long am I gonna stand,
with my head stuck under the sand?
I'll start before I can stop,
before I see things the right way up.
Before it starts, before I begin?
How long before you decide?
Before I know what it feels like?
Where To, where do I go?
If you never try, then you'll never know.
How long do I have to climb,
Up on the side of this mountain of mine?
Look up, I look up at night,
Planets are moving at the speed of light.
Climb up, up in the trees,
every chance that you get,
is a chance you seize.
How long am I gonna stand,
with my head stuck under the sand?
I'll start before I can stop,
before I see things the right way up.
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Alone and in an isolated corner, a cowled figure sat almost completely still, as if lost in thought. The scant common room was almost empty of patrons, and embers burned low on the hearth. The few remaining spoke or diced in hushed voices, unwilling to disturb the uneasy silence that had settled like a blanket over the tavern.
Few glanced in his direction, but those who did noticed the shape of a sword beneath his travel-worn cloak, and an air about him which said he knew it well. Others noticed his unconscious twitching and shuffling, his over-tight grip and stiff posture, belying his facade. Neither view warranted any trouble, which suited his purposes.
He took another long draw of the strong but foul-tasting concoction, barely feeling it's burn despite his parched throat. With his other hand, he gripped a small parcel tighter to his form, knuckles white with the effort. But for all the glances he got, no one noticed his eyes.
A brilliant blue, and together with his angular features, he might have passed as off as a lord, or at least nobility once. Now those beautiful eyes were marred by a raw haggardness, that spoke of grief and anguish, and of fear. Yet they were cold, the eyes of a hard man. Bloodshot and sleepless; yet they were the eyes of a dangerous man constantly alert, watching, searching. But above all, they were the eyes of a hunted man.
The man took his leave from the inn at the crack of dawn, the dirt streets already held the signs of the brink another day, criers and vendors and bakers heralding the morning. But the man's attention was directed back at the road from which he came, one final glance he allowed himself. It was there he buried the last of his companions, and his closest friend, his body so mutilated from vileness and poison. A death he refused to believe was inevitable. Yet as he buried Arle, all he could see were the faces of his wife and son, and then of his own wife and their unborn child. But eventually, his thoughts always returned to the parcel.
Responsibility weighed heavily upon him that day. Almost as heavily as the parcel he clutched tightly against his breast, and it's contents. Yet, all thought and inhibitions forsaken, he turned and strode deliberately away, and onward. Faithlessly, and with hope in shreds, but flying onward; on wings of stone. And upon them rode the fate of humanity.
Few glanced in his direction, but those who did noticed the shape of a sword beneath his travel-worn cloak, and an air about him which said he knew it well. Others noticed his unconscious twitching and shuffling, his over-tight grip and stiff posture, belying his facade. Neither view warranted any trouble, which suited his purposes.
He took another long draw of the strong but foul-tasting concoction, barely feeling it's burn despite his parched throat. With his other hand, he gripped a small parcel tighter to his form, knuckles white with the effort. But for all the glances he got, no one noticed his eyes.
A brilliant blue, and together with his angular features, he might have passed as off as a lord, or at least nobility once. Now those beautiful eyes were marred by a raw haggardness, that spoke of grief and anguish, and of fear. Yet they were cold, the eyes of a hard man. Bloodshot and sleepless; yet they were the eyes of a dangerous man constantly alert, watching, searching. But above all, they were the eyes of a hunted man.
The man took his leave from the inn at the crack of dawn, the dirt streets already held the signs of the brink another day, criers and vendors and bakers heralding the morning. But the man's attention was directed back at the road from which he came, one final glance he allowed himself. It was there he buried the last of his companions, and his closest friend, his body so mutilated from vileness and poison. A death he refused to believe was inevitable. Yet as he buried Arle, all he could see were the faces of his wife and son, and then of his own wife and their unborn child. But eventually, his thoughts always returned to the parcel.
Responsibility weighed heavily upon him that day. Almost as heavily as the parcel he clutched tightly against his breast, and it's contents. Yet, all thought and inhibitions forsaken, he turned and strode deliberately away, and onward. Faithlessly, and with hope in shreds, but flying onward; on wings of stone. And upon them rode the fate of humanity.
It's been so long since I wrote anything at all creatively, and it really does bring the memories back, when I used to love English as a subject, and it wasn't really all about grades. I also believe I'm losing these already lost skills, and my creativity. Rapidly. Maybe I picked the wrong life if I wanted to keep apparently pointless things like these, tragedy though it be. I'm not going down without a fight though.
The last week's just been a tumble of randomness. We didn't have any formal lectures this entire week, so it was just restricted to pracs/tutorials. Which sort of made for a pretty unrestrained timetable for me. I liked it. Although I must say things do get pretty topsy-turvy when you don't have any true schedule to follow, just your own convictions left. Freedom overdose? Can't be a good thing, something tells me.
Anyway, as you'd expect, I haven't exactly been absenting myself from WoW yet, but yet somehow I feel like I actually advanced a little studies wise too, which was part of the grand scheme. Seems like the whole keeping updated idea isn't going too bad. Few random study sessions, with a few different people. I think I'm getting my head around the concepts eventually, and I think that's half of physiology, the other half being incorporating the details into the concepts. It's tying up the odd ends that I forsee is going to become an issue leading up to the exam.
Celebrated Runyu's birthday in school on Thursday, LOL it was a bit of a disaster, what with the lighter failing and Runyu arriving before anyone could react, no cake knife, wrong candles, but in the end it turned out cool =). Props to all the people who made this possible, and special props to those who got the stuff done, you know who you are ^^!
Went swimming after that again, and I'm pleased to report: I managed not to die this time. Well, it was close. Does conking out for 4 hours+ straight after that count? Hmm... At least there wasn't any of the whole nausea/terrible hangover feeling in general. At least it's a sign my body's finally waking up. Thanks for going swimming Chin Ee, I really can't see myself going alone anytime soon >.<.
I realised something the other day while chatting about stuff, whenever I think about mum and dad and sis, I seem only to remember the good things. Even though I'm so sure there were a whole host of negative things I should be able to recall, it's like I can't find it somehow, or it's muted or scaled down. Note: this only happens when I'm not currently communicating with them in any way =/. Perhaps it's a sign i'm actually missing them >.<... Sigh, it really will be quite a crazy rush after my exam's over though, and maybe sometime in there we'll manage to reconcile the past 6 months somehow. Sometimes I just don't feel like I was cut out to move out of home this early. Other times I just avoid that fact completely.
Everyone's finishing their exams, in both Singapore and Australia, and the poor people in Med are feeling it ><. So yes, while I know you've finished your exams, and share your resulting joy (really), try not to forget my pain is just beginning =P
I really should go, I can feel the late-night high coming on. While it's not necessarily a bad thing, it does imply that I'm up a lot later than I should be. 3am as I end this.
Cheers.
The last week's just been a tumble of randomness. We didn't have any formal lectures this entire week, so it was just restricted to pracs/tutorials. Which sort of made for a pretty unrestrained timetable for me. I liked it. Although I must say things do get pretty topsy-turvy when you don't have any true schedule to follow, just your own convictions left. Freedom overdose? Can't be a good thing, something tells me.
Anyway, as you'd expect, I haven't exactly been absenting myself from WoW yet, but yet somehow I feel like I actually advanced a little studies wise too, which was part of the grand scheme. Seems like the whole keeping updated idea isn't going too bad. Few random study sessions, with a few different people. I think I'm getting my head around the concepts eventually, and I think that's half of physiology, the other half being incorporating the details into the concepts. It's tying up the odd ends that I forsee is going to become an issue leading up to the exam.
Celebrated Runyu's birthday in school on Thursday, LOL it was a bit of a disaster, what with the lighter failing and Runyu arriving before anyone could react, no cake knife, wrong candles, but in the end it turned out cool =). Props to all the people who made this possible, and special props to those who got the stuff done, you know who you are ^^!
Went swimming after that again, and I'm pleased to report: I managed not to die this time. Well, it was close. Does conking out for 4 hours+ straight after that count? Hmm... At least there wasn't any of the whole nausea/terrible hangover feeling in general. At least it's a sign my body's finally waking up. Thanks for going swimming Chin Ee, I really can't see myself going alone anytime soon >.<.
I realised something the other day while chatting about stuff, whenever I think about mum and dad and sis, I seem only to remember the good things. Even though I'm so sure there were a whole host of negative things I should be able to recall, it's like I can't find it somehow, or it's muted or scaled down. Note: this only happens when I'm not currently communicating with them in any way =/. Perhaps it's a sign i'm actually missing them >.<... Sigh, it really will be quite a crazy rush after my exam's over though, and maybe sometime in there we'll manage to reconcile the past 6 months somehow. Sometimes I just don't feel like I was cut out to move out of home this early. Other times I just avoid that fact completely.
Everyone's finishing their exams, in both Singapore and Australia, and the poor people in Med are feeling it ><. So yes, while I know you've finished your exams, and share your resulting joy (really), try not to forget my pain is just beginning =P
I really should go, I can feel the late-night high coming on. While it's not necessarily a bad thing, it does imply that I'm up a lot later than I should be. 3am as I end this.
Cheers.
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