Shall i?

Anger he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armour
Queen jealousy, envy waits behind him
Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground

Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted,
They quietly understand
Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready,
But wonder why the fight is on

My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war and
Ribbons of euphoria
Orange is young, full of daring,
But very unsteady for the first go round

My yellow in this case is not so mellow
In fact Im trying to say it’s frightened like me
And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from
Giving my life to a rainbow like you

But I’m, I’m bold as love.

Tired.

Where can you run to escape from yourself?

The End sometimes isn’t a new Beginning.

 The end of the holidays would certainly be smoothly akin to the end of life as I’ve known it. It’s roughly ten hours to the first paper of the SAs, and to say that I’m not prepared would be an understatement. Rather, I’m in the most unprepared state for an exam I have ever been in my entire life as a student. No, it is neither exaggeration nor jest. Seriously if I pass Econs, it would be a miracle of the finest kind.
The holidays were exceedingly liberating; a breath of fresh air. The second week was like inhaling liquid nitrogen, but nawwww i’m still alive.
Problems knock on my door and threaten to overwhelm me. However,
I’m so sleepy I don’t think this post should be compl                   eted.

Goodnight. (:

Freedom.

Holidays are really for the win.
No time to post now, i’ll do it soon!(:

I like spare time.

There’s like eight (or less!) working days till the june holidays!
Secondary school’s MidYears are over, mine’s going to start in like a month. D:

Anyway, this past week’s been very busy, with the upcoming one promising no significant changes. School’s settling in to become a rather normal issue. Not that I condone it of course. The necessary punishment to mould us into shape for society is rather brutal, is it not. All I’m aiming for is to live through each week.

Either way, I’m pretty glad for each day which comes, no matter what it brings.(:

In conclusion, here’s a nice poem on TF2.

RED vs. BLU, playing CTF_well
BLU was ahead, and RED was in hell.
BLU had more players, more practice, more skill,
To RED, the battle was painfully uphill.

They all thought they would fail:
To their enemies, they bowed and hailed.
But one tried something new, a pioneer –
He tried to stop them: a lone engineer!

Teleporters, dispensers, and sentries galore!
He stopped every last BLU, got points like never before!
He laughed and cackled as he kept gaining dominations
Not even ubered soldiers broke his concentration!

Shooting his shotgun, swinging his spanner
He charged to the front lines, lured by fame and glamour.
But a cry went out, that chilled the RED gentry
“Oh, guys, help! SPY SAPPIN’ MAH SENTRY!“

He charged back to base but was doomed to fail
The spy got the intel, tracking him down was to no avail
He slipped back to base, capped the last point
And as BLU cleaned up, RED cursed their engie, Maladroit.

Daniel.

One week later.

I’ll try to update once a week at minimum. (:

Life’s been tough but I can’t say its not expected! This week had two mondays. Both being irascibly long. ):
Apologies, but I’ve not much time to linger. Econs tutorial, or something rather similar awaits.  I’d probably go to sleep, but heck it’s the thought that counts. Hopefully thats what all teachers think. D:  “Eh boy, you thought about doing your homework ah? Very good, A plus.” Good deeds begin with good thoughts. I’d better start thinking about my work. (:

And i’ll lay awake, and i’ll watch the stars as they collide.
Yeah my eyes, they don’t see. I don’t breathe, the way I used to.
And my lips, they don’t sing. I won’t be, the way I was, on that night.

Till next time,
Daniel.

Skylight.

Kyra There we are. I always felt profoundly at peace. (she waits a moment, wanting to be precise.)  I don’t know why. It still seems true to me: if you have a love, which for any reason you can’t talk about, your heart is with someone you can’t admit – not to a single soul except the person involved – then for me, well, I have to say, that’s love at its purest. For as long as it lasts, it’s this astonishing achievement. Because it’s always a relationship founded in trust.

(:

At day’s end.

What brings you joy?

Well, for me it’s waking up beside you
To watch the sunrise on your face
To know that I can say I love you
In any given time or place

It’s little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine
And it’s like flying without wings
Cos you’re my special thing
I’m flying without wings

Today’s been a drunken rhapsody of moods. Long weekend’s finally over, and its back to school. Not like thats so bad though(: Although there’s much to do, there’s much to live for. There is proof of life. You feel pain, that you may learn from it and avoid it in future. You learn success from your failures. If you live to learn, you learn to live. Much truth in cliches I must say.

Here’s to a new week of fun, excitement and ball games.(:

Daniel.

You are my only hope.

Sing to me of the songs of the stars.
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again.
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again.

Some things, are beyond my grasp.

Far beyond the emerald sea;

are beings, just like me.

Do I go, or do I gasp.

And awakening; in my slumber.

Tiny ants, as they lumber.

Do we give? As we gain.

Just avoiding eternal pain.

Stay with me, I pray; prithee.

One day you may finally see.

A glimpse, of wonder.

Of mighty waves and roaring thunder.

A whisper; a draft.

Nothing ever far too rough.

To take, what we can’t handle.

Light us; like a candle.

 

faith and mercy, thats all that’s left.

 

So average it hurts.

Its coming to the end of the week and I’m glad it is.

 This week was painfully long and dragged out. Not to mention physical pain with that annoying injury. Though I’ve been told pain builds character, I suppose i’ve had enough of it to not want more. To be taken away from what you love best, that’s pain. Now I’m beginning to think I’m  feeling it, in both the physical and emotional sense. If not for some people in my life still there for me, I might be wallowing in self pity already. So to those people, you deserve a shoutout of appreciation.

Besides that, I hope I’d be able to heal up well enough to at least run a bit tomorrow. :/ Can’t stand feeling handicapped. Simply fear I’d push it over the limit. All in God’s hands i guess. Maybe its a sign to stop running around, slow down and study. Four tests next week :

• Monday – Literature & H1 math
• Tuesday- Econs 
• Wednesday- Chemistry

That kind of throws my weekend out the window. However, it might be worthwhile, seeing the people I’d hang out with while studying. (: Right now, there’s still that annoying PI I want to get off my chest, so till I post again, which I assure you would be very soon.

 

D. (: