Autumn draws in...

My first day of uni wasn't that bad just an hour's lecture to re-activate the rusty brain... The one and only three months summer holidays is gone and never to repeat itself again... The morning sky has a hint of lemon zest in it as the wind sweeps summer out... All mornings wake people up to its cheerful spirit of cloud wisps that hang awkwardly, occupying corners of lemonish blue...
Time to kick out the new semester with memories to fill in years to come...

Getting new links...

I was chatting with him when we started discussion about the no man is an island (rather dull topic)...  What's in life when we do not mingle... And yet when we mingle, we wished that we had not... Such irony... Joining in as part of the volunteering team in uni to help out freshies before the semester starts was a great experience... Mingling is one aspect, getting to know is another... Thus on the surface of socialization, how many links could we build to extend friendship? More often than not, we only had the moment of laughter when we are participating with anticipation... How many would have walked by with a smile of recognition long after all these end? Casual links are abundant but not firm links... They are passer-bys... As time passes, how many find out the same passion or interest just by mingling...? Mingling just for the sake of mingling is the trend now... where mingling allows the absorption of new experience, new perspective, new formal inter - beneficial links... It is a good thing I guess... As minglers could proudly say... we mingle and found lots of resourceful allies buddies with common interest...  

New Sort of Experience...

Dancing in the street which is so public never cros my mind till I had a go at it today...
It was great fun, though my steps aren't good...
but the feeling of enjoying the dance is just amazing...

I had never felt better, though the steps were all jumbled up, I did not feel embarassed being watched by so many eyes. Actually, I don't seem to care much about the spectators who were watching...
Maybe because it was a foreign country where nobody knows who I am or where I am from...
It was simply fun... but definitely, much more enjoyment would have come if I am familiar with those steps...
Anyway, all had been recorded or taken as pictures... Ugly or not, who cares... So it is a once a life time experience as I am no performer or star who is used to public performances... This sort of dancing is just fun.... especially when no one knows you... I bet there won't be such an opportunity to do this again when I go back... Speculations shall await that moment...

Cool stuffs....

http://www.forbes.com/sites/jennagoudreau/2012/01/26/the-secret-power-of-introverts/2/

I came across this article which had been up for quite sometime... But it is never too late to read... It makes me think a lot... Does the world pushes introverts to perceive that they are those pathetic and floundering people who stared with thousands of questions in their eyes and yet stood as silent as a mouse? All those doubts cast on introverts are definitely unfair...
Most often than not, people outgrown introverted friends and trust me, they will never outgrow extrovert ones... whether opposite attracts or not, this world is definitely going to be dominated by extroverted people for the rest of the galaxy span and many millenniums to come...
this article gets me thinking... would extroverts ever want an introvert leader... that is quite impossible  unless he/she could shout out what they think... there will be uneasiness hovering around and i bet introvert leaders won't be of much use if extroverts overshadowed them...
Ideals remain ideals... The world follows one but not the other, as it never follows both... the book is surely soomething worth reading, but how many people are willing to be convinced...
 

Stains...

Washing and scrubbing stains aren't as easy as leaving it overnight soaked in water...the scrubbing of the such stains makes the process a weary one... sometimes, the water softens, but most often, it does not...
Only a firm persistence could do away with these troublesome layers...
over-persistance marks scratches... that is worse than stains which might be potentially temporary...
thus, only a right technique could have the removal effect..
 but most often than not, surfaces scrubbed ended up stained because the hands that washed it are convinced that scars would definitely appear if more effort and time are given to work on it...
so it stayed stained, till some other hands who scrubbed it discover that a little more persistance would have done good without making the surface dull... The delighted exerts more power than ever, wanting the removal to be faster... yet, it drew a scar...
pushing too much increase the risk of potential scars... and that effort wasn't helpful either...
whatever techniques there are, both handlers still question the thin line between removing a stain and putting a scratch...
People, could you discover the thin line between these two?

Small changes, bigger doubts...

where is all when things started advancing...
where cherry blues ripen...
trodding on sleek brittle web...
it is not sticky... but a wrong thread...
sends you straight into the mouth of the waiting...
then you could see the stomach with all the agonies gone with it within...

Opposites...

As much that I was sleepy I was wide awake...
the moon streams silver on my cheek...
a pale soothing touch...
the golden streaks of reddish sun shadowing it across the nose when I tipped my head...
staring lazily at the lingering clouds...disappearing to reveal studs of bright studs flickering in the unreachable high above...
where colours flourished in vast varying colours...
the gentle breeze, blew the awkwardly stiff stalks...
the pour of sloshing water tumbled across the creek...
where the still met the scrambling...

What is given...

When it is given...
I didn't mean to hurt...
I hope you aren't hurt..
I just wish you knew...
that you know me well...
I want to see how things would be...
When we finally meet...
sometime in the future...

Thrown...

I throw myself a chance...
And I took it back...
a hard time taking it back...
it needs recoiling...
but it didn't it hung between my chest and its bouncing point..
the jester...
sewn by invicible threads...
to my weary shirt..
its laugh was once warm...
but then, it turns cynical...
but what do I do...
I just hope it do cling...
because that would be the start of everything..
and end of nothing...
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