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This entry shall be titled forget part 2. I always say that a happy person is one who forgives and forget. Since I cannot forgive and forget others, I shall forget who I was.

Today, from now on, I shall forget who I was in the past. Nobody cares for brandon anyway. Today the old Brandon will die, and I will be different. How different I do not know, but different I will be.

First thing that will be different - Brandon has fallen from grace. Nice guys end last. Fuck nice guys. hahahaha......

Suddenly thought of people I have not seen a long time. For example all those primary school friends, some whom names I do not recall. Sometimes I just wish that my address book and contact list is still around so I can contact them. I just want to know how are they doing now and how is life? Wonder any of them will be awake at this time? Are we seeing the moon at this moment in time? So many so many questions, but these questions seem to fall into the shadowy realm of regrets and silence. Sometimes when I walk along the busy street of orchard, I will keep a lookout for a familiar face that will bring back memories. But time after time, I will only be disappointed. Has the wheel of fate stop spinning between these people and me?

How many of you actually thought of these long lost friends? Are we too absorbed in our seemingly hectic lifestyle that we do not have the time to show some care and concern? Will you remember me ten years down the road? Or will you be like the silent night that swallow my forgettable existence and think I never exist......

I remember someone told me a story about a person wrote 'This is courage' in his exams when he was asked to describe courage.

What is courage?

Whoever says only cowards commit suicide ought to get shot, because I think one requires courage to take one's life. It requires courage to leave people who care for you behind, as well as courage to take that leap n to slit on one own wrist.

I need more courage...... Will you lend me some?
I will repay you if I get the chance... Hahahaha

Sometimes loneliness drives you to do weird things, things that you never do. Like skipping around in a 'joyful' mood though one feel like shit. I am tempted to say crying is a weird thing but it is common for me...

So silent the night, I hear the crickets making their normally irritating sound. But somehow I find peace in them. They remind me of my time serving the nation. I hate it for it takes away many x 99999 important things in my life then, but it also gives me opportunities to realize things that I should have realize long ago. That the world is a cruel harsh place for me to live it, how being sane is a mad mad thing!!

It is so tiring sometimes.. How I wish I could rest... how I wish...... When no hope was left in sight...... Maybe I will be set free... I will lie crushed and broken in the midnight rain.. And I swear I will say thanks to the f**king chilling rain... 'That's going to be the best shit you given me!!!'

On Friday, I step into china black, for my hall event, cultural night as well as the dinner and dance bash.

Of all the cultural night performances, the one that left the strongest impression is not because the performance was great but more of what the singer said before the song. He will be singing the song 'excuses' by Jay chou. Before he began the song, He said that 'I feel strongly for the song.' I cannot help but feel heartbroken for him. He just embraced single-hood again and the girl and her new squeeze are around to hear him sing. What a f**k up stab to the heart will that be?

Soon the lights are dimmed, the loud unmistakable music jump out of the speaker. The familiar stench of the place also brings back many memories. I have not enter a club for a long while, perhaps a good thing too. Anyway the crowd slowly makes their way to the bar to have a drink or two. And I took the opportunity to douse some alcohol into my body. I did not drink much. The month just started and I am near to bankruptcy, how trashy that is. So I indulge myself into the dancing crowd. I have not dance for a long time, and I relish the opportunity to do so. I love to dance. Not a fabulous dancer, but I could not care less. Sorry for letting all those people around suffer. =P

Half way through, my top was soaked with my own sweat. But I love the feeling, similar to doing sports. Dancing with friends is also extremely fun. Dancing with girls = fun. Dancing with a good girl dancer = double that fun. Lol.. I keep my hands to myself if you are thinking otherwise. Haha..

At the end of the day, my legs were near cramping, the white top I wore totally soak, and everyone have a whole lot of fun.

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

/S boy
Weiling


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