i love the smell of...

Freshly Laundered Clothing

Coffee Beans

Corriander

Rain

Freshly Baked Bread

Lavender

Strength within

Sometimes you just feel tired, feel week. When you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up. But you gotta search within you. Got to find that inner strength, and just pull that shit out of you. And get that motivation to not give up and not be a quitter. No matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.

Wheee...

This week has been a really smooth week for me. My manager is away on leave, therefore i am left in charge of my dear little team. Every one in my team is great, that makes my life so much easier! My manager has got a lot under her belt, but i'm surviving. Taking one day at a time. This is the second time my manager has been away for an extended period, hence the second time i've been left in charge. And no doubt, this time has been so much better. I'm more experienced, I know exactly what i'm doing, and what i'm supposed to be doing. I know exactly what my team members need to do, and it feels great. I dont hate it as much as i did the last time, and i don't mind doing it at all.

Didnt have to go in to work today. Went to the regional office for 2IC training. It was a good session. Plus i didnt have to go in to work. Rang work, and my team's strong and still surviving without me. yay for them!

I feel happy today :)

Passion

I feel Electrified, G.L.O.R.I.F.I.E.D, revived!! I once again feel that passion that lies deep beneath every note that is hit, every chord that is played, every beat that beats, every word that is sung. Nothing compares to this wonderful feeling, so much so, that I envy every musician. Not only do they get to do what they love as a career, but they get to share that love with the world. I mean, what would this world be without music? Can u live with only silence?

The Quest

To dream, the impossible dream.
To fight, the unbeatable foe.
To bear, with unbearable sorrow.
To run, where the brave dare not go.
To right, the unrightable wrong.
To love, pure and chaste from afar.
To try, when your arms are too weary.
To reach, the unreachable star.

This is my quest, to follow that star.
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far.
To fight for the right, without question or pause.
To be willing to march into Hell, for a Heavenly cause.

And I know if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest,
That my heart will lie will lie peaceful and calm,
when I'm laid to my rest.
And the world will be better for this.
That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
To reach, the unreachable star...