When all’s a blur you think of her
What wind that passed a soft flutter
How every miracle that made her smile
Who’ll give you strength and go the mile
Why you would even fly the world
Where fiction sings and angels were
But
When you open those sunken eyes
The night is clear and the image dies
You stand upon a sea of seas
A waning light as you vision sees
Defeat as reality stays your mind
Sorrow as you will undoubtedly find
Then
Known you’ve really said and done
The reality of truth and the fiction of none
Feel your blood that craves the hunt
The fantasy of youth and the illusion of one
A passion of heart that is your very own
A road to cross in the metaphors of the lone
awmigawd..... holidays prove more shag than FYP, IAP, Modules.... but the FUN kind of shag ahahahahahahaha =)
chiong games, mahjong, and er.... other things damn song!!!! but it makes me wonder... does that make me one of those rich man's son yuppies who jus know how to pay and play...?
no ar no ar for one thing... I'm not rich ahaha, and another, I need a job eh, the boredom can kill ppl when you stone at home and suck thumb.
i can't see anything 10m away out my window sia... lucky nvr rain in da morn y'dae aha if not cannot go swimming with Cat =) lying on the chair while da sun burns my ass can actually be better den lying on the water while the sun burns my face!
oh the day before I went out supposedly to accompany Kong and his mouse to shop in queensway.... for black leather tight fit pants... how gay! lucky got kenneth and qx also go.
and... the gay ass nvr turn up!!!! WTH?????!@! So me and kensy end up tagging along with qx (and after a year later, kong) to go for their job thingy and halfway go lame jian an, and his boss that looked like a sad lady who sells tea sets.
den we 5v5 lan, OWNAGE. and suddenly out of somewhere, very close to nowhere, qx jio play mahjong... wth.
With that, I returned all that I have graciously relieved from kongay and he become more xiao zhang... like (=O + ..) kind of xiao zhang.
back to da day with Cat, hee after swimming wanted to go out but she riiiiiiiiiiight got headache, mus be too much sun la kaoz. so I got some shuteye on the powerful sleeping mechanism called the SOFA and after dat watch Slither... sick slugs try to own the world = fail. they only owned a town... noobs!
omg omg I need to get a golden retriever!!!! the 1 mth old golden retriever we played with is like omg so innocent, omg so cute, omg so teething that he wants a piece of me! waaaaaaaaaa lan my parents wont allow............ wa laaaaaaaao
and then I go dover and my unc fetch me, so long nvr see my uncle Ah Chye and cousin Shi Yun liao... but aunt nvr come, take care of baby. so send us home (my father and some dood traded paint on the streets, hence the cool van ride) and I plopped after sometime till NOW!!!!
*END*
graduations congratulations! its time to (PARTY#$*$@!!! for the guys, find yur jobs for the girls)!
Well that was 2-3 weeks ago, history, a fragment of the past now stored in some 1% of the brain that an average human only actually uses. (dumb evolution forgot how to make use of big brains eh?)
I sit here on this chair that makes my bum friggin hot and ask, why am I writing this post?
Cause I'm bored, Cause I'm needing to be heard, Cause I'm emo... or Cause I'm once again.. lame. Nope.... more like............ Cause I'm having a poem to write! WAHAHAHAHA.
Three birds perched on a tree,
Wise but lest, unwise,
Free words become freed,
Tied to reality yet untied.
Said one, “I’ll give you aid,
Wisdom saves my kingdom,
Clever never lasts forever
Knowledge lives on a ledge”
Says another, “I’ll only say,
Poems never write the poet,
Fate always meets me late
Time stops for the crime”
Last chirps, “I’ll be fast,
Even my siblings damned be forgiven,
I am the youngest who owns the eyes,
Ice will freeze and encase the lies,
Ties with my brothers silence my cries”
Three birds flown from a tree,
Words spoken in broken chords,
True words made untrue,Ties never covered our lies.Upon a Tree - Mengfor now dats all.
