Monday, July 06, 2009 @ 7/06/2009 07:30:00 PM
Well, second post of the day.
Since the previous post was for yesterday.
Went out jogging this morning with Wei Chuan, Jiao Min and Hui Xian.
Early in the morning =='' 7 AM, and I woke up.
Barely slept for 5 hours.
Slept at 3 woke up at 7. 4 hours of sleep. Only.
GG.
Went to circle green.
Slacked.
Then ran around for a while.
Then Hui Xian suggested we play badminton.
Which I obviously pwned her at.
She very epic win.
Bargain with Wei Chuan to give her 4/5 points out of 10.
Loser had to run 3 rounds.
In the end, yea.
I owned her.
3 rounds kthxpl0x.
After that played badminton together some more.
And we went to Mac.
Eat breakfast.
Did some homework.
Went to Frederick's house below residential corner.
Did homework.
On music.
Sing.
Slack around.
Talk cock.
Then, some stuff happened to Wei Chuan.
In which I have no right to disclose.
Yea, Wei Chuan.
The following stuff is for you.
Just for you, my good buddy.
------------------------
Life comes and go.
Troubles go and come.
As tiring as farming with a hoe.
Yet, we always walk with a hum.
Face our troubles with a smile.
Die on the inside with a smile.
Live as a form of sorrow.
Die as a human.
When we find someone like us,
we saturate with the same glow.
We shiver in sorrow with the gust,
as we are not for show.
Life is short.
Life is the beginning.
Death is long.
Death is the end.
-----------------------
We had a good talk, it was a fun conversation.
And I just hoped we could walk on and talk forever about how fail life is.
But alas, it all ended.
So, well.
I hope for another time where we can talk about stuff again.
Meeting someone of the same type as you is harder than trigonometry.
Yet, living alone is easier than ABC.
And yes, Wei Chuan.
I experienced most of the problems you have.
We're on the same boat.
Same destination.
Same fate.
Different future.
Life has it's up and downs.
I have them too.
And still have them.
Cheer up Wei Chuan.
I'll be behind you.
Because I too share your fate.
Go forth and march on soldier.
Do it with a big bang, otherwise don't do it at all.
Lastly, I'll end with a poem by Wei Chuan.
------------------------------------------
When the death sonata begins to sound like a melodious carol,
Is the moment when we begin our walk down the lane of tragic sorrow.
The cobbled path drives agony into the heart with every stride,
With sharp shards of my shattered pride.
My touch on the doorknob freezes one's pulse,
As I nudged open the door a rancorous being is aroused.
The wicked beckons me in,
Thus he canth feed upon my inconsolable rage and sins.
I smell the sweet scent of blood on the walls,
Memories of a forgotten past return their calls.
Imminent destruction urges me to take my leave,
But tonight I know it is my soul's last eve.
Every single furniture piece,
Only says that nothing can be eased.
The next chamber tells more stories,
An unswept floor exist in our lives as a crease.
A brush of faked apologies will suffice,
Because the aroma of regrets are merely last years's Winter Solstice.
The yellowed parchment on the table I have read,
And saw the miserable days that have been led,
I shall walk out with hesitant treads,
And leave this sadness behind without taking with me a single shred.
Written by William with a pen of putrid blood.
Kind guidance from Phil and with gratitude, I give him my regards.
~End~
--------------------------------------------------
PS. I'm out of prepaid credit.
Don't bother calling me or SMS-ing me.
