Training was really hard today.

It was not the best of days for me, but it was essentially lethal yet fun. Sensei did not let up on the first half and when he told the Black Belts to step back and turn around, I knew it was bad. Drills have a negative connotation in any culture, because it's associated with repetition, fatigue and discomfort.

The chief thing that kept me going through was ego, because my belt was black and I was modelling for the rest of the class. I feel largely uncomfortable now.

I will make some effort to explain this picture. The senior belts were growing childish, first listing superheroes, and finally arriving at reminiscing about Power Rangers. So most kids would know that each Ranger has their own individual weapon like a blaster or dagger and they can put all their weapons together and form a big cannon to shoot the dastard alien.

And that was what we did.
Oh, we have a sense of fun.



Wilding together was really amusing, and Jason and I are often on the same wavelengths in dishing out our unique brand of humour.
This strengthens my opinion that growing up is bad.

When you grow up, you inherit more worries and concerns which isn't exactly the best way to go about your days.

I write again because I need an excuse to listen to good music online and my brain is currently deficient and thus not suited for E-learning or any form of work. I'm liking Secondhand Serenade more and more. They're worth a listen. Actually he's worth a listen.
It's a solo project.

Vulnerable
Share with me the blankets that your wrapped in
because its cold outside cold outside its cold outside
share with me the secrets that you kept in
because its cold inside cold inside its cold inside

and your slowly shaking finger tips
show that your scared like me so
let's pretend we're alone
and I know you may be scared
and I know were unprepared
but I don't care

tell me tell me
what makes you think that you are invincible
I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure
please don't tell me that I am the only one that's vulnerable
impossible

I was born to tell you I love you
isn't that a song already
I get a B in originality
and it's true I cant go on without you
your smile makes me see clearer
if you could only see in the mirror what I see

and your slowly shaking finger tips
show that your scared like me so
let's pretend we're alone
and I know you may be scared
and I know were unprepared
but I don't care

tell me tell me
what makes you think that you are invincible
I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure
please don't tell me that I am the only one that's vulnerable
impossible

slow down girl your not going anywhere
just wait around and see
maybe I am much more you never no what lies ahead
I promise I can be anyone I can be anything
just because you were hurt doesn't mean you shouldn't bleed
I can be anyone anything I promise I can be what you need

tell me tell me
what makes you think that you are invincible
I can see it in your eyes that your so sure
please don't tell me that I am the only one that's vulnerable
impossible

I am sourcing for new material and topics to broadly talk about.
I might be one of those stubborn few who refuses to convert to Facebook, because I still use friendster to locate old friends. Cling on to memories and times spent wilding. These are probably the things that really stick with you.

FINIS.