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Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Sing to me oh.. Dear sweetness of yesterday & sorrow of tomorrow @ 2:41 AM
16th Jan 2006
The sky is a daze of hazy blue. Seems like the 'never-ending' rain finally cease.. But my heart still a fuzzy grey... A slight difference from a normal day will be there is actually an event I look forward to - a KTV session with some of my NTU class mates.
We sang for a staggering 5hrs..Till some of us went out of the room feeling robbed of our voice.. Anyway, lets talk about the incident that inspire this entry. During the singing session, yuan kai chose the song "关怀方式". When the MTV pop up, I was reminded how old the MTV was. The song dated all the way back 1996.. When I was still a primary school kid.
I am awaken by how unforgiving time is..How the 'good old days' are NEVER to come again.
That time I never worry about
school work & CCA,
that I may not live up to others' expectations,
that I may not be able to deliver what I am suppose to deliver,
that I may not get a degree,
that I may not find a job and a way to feed for myself and my family,
running out of money to spend (not that I am rich...I am NOT rich T_T ),
never feel that I am old,
worry that I dun have much close friends,
worry that I may have to live with loneliness, remorse, pain & sadness...
Flash back to the present,
I
BREATHE a rotting air (increasing polluted),
SEE people hide behind the mask they wear everyday,
HEAR lies & excuses that people SPEAK,
FEEL the pain & suffering from wars & disasters...
18th Jan 2006 (At this moment)
I am suppose to read my texts and complete my tutorials. Considering I am lagging behind by quite a bit, I can't find that tiny motivation. Instead I am blogging, listening to sad love songs from the 90s and earlier, and feeling ALONE in this chilly night made worst by the chilly world. The harsh bitter cold touch my skin, drawing away the warmth from my body, at the same time, sending stabs of pain in my heart.
Think I will hit my bed soon.. may tomorrow be another sad day.
Thanks for enduring the long entry.
And people who manage to read the full text of the previous post, please drop some comments..
Nobody
Name: Brandon
A broken bottle of liqueur,
Empty and stale without a single ripple.
Brewed in the forgotten year of 1984,
A spirit that none will tip to pour.
Lock up in a cold cellar of no summer or fall,
Maybe it has no right to ask for any more.
Will you buy it and bring it out to thaw,
Give it some warm or amore