That Remorse through Time

They say time heals all wounds.
So why did he so sob, that old man.
Of that impetuosity in youth?
The pain and regret, expunged not.
To eternity and to grave.

The Real Being...

That masculine shield hides a girlish core.
Unfathomable occasionally.
Vulnerable at times.
Timid and intimidated many a times.
Incorrigibly soft.
To remove the shield? Exposed.
To harden the core? Lost.
But life seems just fine.
And some sing,
"I love you just the way you are".

Perfect 10

That perfect body.
Packed in it, the epitome of perserverance and never-failing spirit.
Seeking perfection, with thirst and hunger for that mark in history.
Or maybe, simply seeking to pass that test in life.
To go beyond what might be, could be, can be.
Sooooo sexy!!!
Sooooo hot!!!
Those lines of athletism.

Slug Fest

What sloth i have morphed into. Now that Olympics has started.
Short of literally glueing my eyes to the googlebox, yes, my world belongs to the Olympics now.
Oh no! I screamed. My heart skipped a beat when i saw how the little chinese gymnast fall flat after failing to get a firm grip of the bar for the uneven bars event. It's so sad to see how the gymnasts, having toiled for years, should have their minds and bodies fail them for less than half a second and deny them their legacy in finesse. And of course, some say, their money.
The sheer willpower, grit and tenacity to give their all is simply mesmerizing.
At the same time, every frame that flashes by seems to be a mockery of how weak I've been, physically and mentally.
Time to forsake my stalling for exercises.
But maybe until after the Olympics.
Michael Phelps is such a mean machine. Not human. But machine. Maybe a human-like machine. Or a machine-like human.
I'm not going to miss the quasi-humans in action. Not when i have to wait another 4 years.

Am i what they say?

My kids popped a surprise birthday celebration on me yesterday.
It was sweet, really sweet, the extent and effort they went into putting everything together.
It was heartwarming when they wrote in my card that i was such a patient, caring, adorable, cute, pretty etc. teacher. (Which i graciously accept and acknowledge. Hahaha. Nah, they've been too kind. They gave me too much credit. I nowhere near any of those. And no, being humble is not my forte too, in case you're wondering.)
But it got me worried when they wrote in my card that I'm "the most entertaining teacher", "most comical teacher" they've had.
I wonder what i did in class that made them say that. I must have been a clown in class without even knowing it. The scary thing is, I don't quite think i'm quite funny at all. Nor do i have a great sense of humour. If i were to describe myself as an ice-cream, i think i'm just a vanilla with maybe some nuts as topping -- the nuts add an occasional zest to the taste of vanilla, otherwise very nondescript. That's all.
Entertaining? Comical? (_ _lll)

The Confluence of Magic

Hey there Alicia! Hi Jason!! Yo go Rick! Stacy, how are you?
Can't wait to see you tomorrow!
At SingFest, UP CLOSE & PERSONAL!!
I'm thinking of putting my pretty brown and orange matty into use again.
Only thing is i wonder if it'll be so packed with people that cordoning off an area of 1.5m by 1m constitutes death by angry stomping feet.
Oh well. I'm sure the call for adaptability will come in tomorrow.
Right now, i just can't think straight anymore.
My body's already warmed up for possible contortionist acts when rhythms and beats set in tomorrow.
Hey there Alicia! Hi Jason!! Yo go Rick! Stacy, how are you?!