Saturday, January 06, 2007'♥
The following is a story that i will be writing. Impromptu style. Didn't do this for quite some time le... so i shall give it a try.
it'll be a hybrid of stories though. written through the randomness of my mind.
The reluctance.
Sometimes it just feels that things that turn out aren't exactly what we wished for. Sometimes it feels as if the world is against us. Hey, have you ever thought that what you wished for was just that? You did not specify nor state what you wanted exactly. Everything was over the brush. Now that you've got EXACTLY what you wished for, you wished that you never had it in the first place.
The state of you.
It wasn't exactly me. I think, i was half-drunk and stumbling about my stupor. Wait, is that you i see? Blurred from my conciousness and together with the blinding myraids of lights that lit the paths, i think i see you. Soon after i fell down, i think, onto my knees and there i still see you standing there. I think i reached my hands out to you. I think it was really you i saw. But i'm thinking and thinking and you were actually never there. It was just my mind playing awful tricks on me about you. The state of you, the
you that stood that, i think.
The closure of hope, the opening of gates
It never seemed like you knew me. We are so near yet so far away. Connected from friends, not very far apart. It may have even occured, but it's just my speculation, maybe you have even walked past me. Unknowingly, not exchanging looks. However, somehow, by some ironic chance, we got to know each other. Then i realised that i think i might have seen you somewhere. No matter. The story was i liked you and so did somebody else. I helped the somebody else get you. Didn't really work. Truth be told, I have to hide my feelings though, so that when i know the time is right, the real me would just burst out of a trapped cocoon and finally, get to express how i'd feel. It felt like doors of hope were closed, but when i looked up, i saw gates of heavenly praise opening up for me.
The real me
What's up ya'll. How ya all good lookin' peeps out there doin'? Got some spare time fer me to talk? Yeah, i'll tell you. I'm a liar, a bloke. A drunkard, a heavy smoker. A hypocrite, a democrat. And ya'll think ya'll could judge me juz like that ay? No chance to you buster! That's the real me! That's the heart i possess and ya'll ain't gonna take it from me. Come to think of it, am i really like that? Or is that just a figment of my imagination. Surely im no cowboy... Surely, im no liar no bloke. A drunkard or smoker. A hypocrite and perhaps, just perhaps never a democrat? Surely... Or maybe not so surely?... Am i like that? the real me...
The ladies man
Smiling with arms around two hot chicks standing beside his really cool ride, he kisses and flirts. he does that everyday, that's his forte. No girl will not be bedazzled by his stunning looks and "un"-depleting money... From his appearance he may seem like a happy-go-lucky kind of guy. But do appearances lie. He's afraid, deep down inside. He's afraid of messing with the wrong girl. He's afraid he messed with an ah beng's girl. He's afraid to wake up with no one beside him. He's afraid. He's damn afraid... The life of this ladies man.
that's all folks!!
cK
luke hugged cali@
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