So it begins.
Dragonboat.
The most painful and damaging sport i evered tried.
I didnt expect to do it again this year.
Oh well....
After a year of not rowing.
i tell u this.
Definitely the pain will set in.
But even after 1-2 km of nonstop row.
I realise this, that as compared to last year, i have the ability to fight it.
With proper form and conditioning, i was able to give my best.
Thanks to the training ive been doing so far in the past year.
Same goes when i went for class later at night.
After a day of ass whoop.
I was suprised.
whatever that was thought, i absorbed.
Maybe because ive adapt to the fact ive been attending class after when i was tired.
It the body sumhow just evolved.
I remember rejoicing rowing when it was raining.
it felt like the good old times.
It felt like no matter what pain u are enduring, sumone is watching over u.
Giving u hope, strength. telling u to go on.
Tat was how the drops of rain felt on me.
And i question my relationship status at that very point of time.
I kept thinking of her no matter what the pain was.
And i felt it too.
But i just cant. I cant give in. I wont give up.
I noe i can do it.
I noe we can do it.
I gotta fight.
Years of experience brought me here.
I wont. I wont.
It was like moving mountains he thought.
And he kept on versing the same thought in his heart.
that he would cross oceans
and walk on fire.
He will venture on the flame of passion n love.
He wants to be dere.
He wants to be the snow of the sahara.
But like blue and yellow.
Or maybe the scientists or trouble.
He'll be dere.
always.
So yeah.
im gonna be busy.
Not really lah.
Ive learned to manage my time and efforts/energy to what matters.
i noe ive learned and grow.
Cause you bring out the best in me.
I'll always make time.
U can have this opportunity to have time on your own now.
Be it jaded or faded.
I'l fight for you.
Rest and dream well.
Neither sympathy nor sorrow.
Just rational and heart.
love always....................
poetic tragedy chapter 3.
The taste of ink.