[[*Endless Road_______Endless Journey]]*

Saturday, November 13, 2004

[[Why do I love u like I always do...]]

What a time to be writing a blog entry. Almost 5am.
You guys must be wondering what a mad man I am to stay up till so late and blog at this time.
Well...juz ain't able to fall asleep. Anywayz, juz came back from ChinaBlack. Was out partying the night away with some friends. So yeah...that's the reason why I'm still awake at this time.
Haha...I wonder where shall I start from. Seem to have alot to say but don't know how to really speak my mind. It has always been a problem for me to speak my mind. Why that is so I wonder too. Perhaps you'll like to ask my mum for me?
I guess the night out was pretty fun. Cool music, hot atmosphere. And she was there too. What more could I ask for?
Unfortunately, there's always so much more a man would ask for. And I'm not referring to any dirty thoughts here. I'm a clean-cut guy.
Yeah yeah...go on and have your doubts. I don't really give a damn. =P
Haha...still don't know how to get it going. I suppose...yeah...maybe I shouldn't have went. Sometimes, my presence juz seems to make everything turn from bad to worse. Perhaps she has been right all the time. That we are too different. That we probably aren't the right ones for each other. That...aww fuck...juz forget it.
Anywayz...suddenly have the mood to write a poem. Seems weird that whenever I do write a poem, it comes at a wrong time. Aiya who cares? Anytime could be a bad time.
So here goes...

The year it was twenty forty-five,
There lived a man sitting by the river for twenty years of his life.
Looking at the river that was so tranquil,
One could never imagine how he actually feels.

The year it was twenty zero-two,
The man was then a seventeen year-old fool.
His eyes caught sight of a beautiful lady,
And felt lucky he would be seeing her daily.

He used to think only fools fall in love,
For fools fall deep without seeing what's above.
But when he saw the lady he instantly knew why,
For love and Juliet Romeo would die.

Twenty zero-five and it's graduation day,
The man and his lady would go separate ways.
His three years were up and he resigned to fate,
But still he wasn't willing to give up the wait.

Ten years twenty years quickly flew by,
Each night the man would softly cry.
He ought to have given up on her now,
But his heart refuses to no matter how.

Forty-three years on he's now an old man,
Living all alone on a faraway land.
The last time I saw him he was seen,
Telling a great story of the most wonderful girl he met when he was seventeen.

Would you be willing to listen to my story when I'm sixty? The story of the girl I met while I was seventeen?

[[Walking Alone On This Endless Road]]*|4:41 am|