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Sunday, November 06, 2005
Sunday.
Booking in tonight without accomplishing anything significant in the past week.
I feel as though I've been living incognito for the last few days. There was the best-forgotten guard duty, a lan session that went badly courtesy of a few angry, well-choiced words.. a failed trip to Queensway where all the seven/eight shops I visited all failed to produce the size of a particular designed shoe I had my eye on since July. It's practically a week of well-worked failures which threatens to ruin my resolve. Actually holding true to my word that I'll become a better person is one thing, but not having the best of situations to change is another. Hence, I do not know what to conclude.
Lil' messy. Like a child's drawing scraped over a piece of paper.
It's been going on for some time now. But I feel rather detached from my camp people. There's seldom any place, where everyone is following the same frequency and I choose not to. Just my luck it happens when friends are seriously all one can depend on in camp.
I take my first tentative steps, one hand holding the railing, the other grasping the burning torch firmly. I can feel their eyes fixed on my back, yet silence presides.
As my foot reaches the other end, one of them calls out:
"Dude, you sure you don't want to be with us?"
Turned slightly. Looked at them, their faces masks of confusion, some etched with disappointment. And slowly, I shake my head, before throwing the fiery weapon on the bridge.
Trifle dramatic. How about this:
A Bridge in Time
In the span of a lifetime
I pause for a moment
When friendships are won or lost
To see parasitic fiends
And transient dreams
On a bridge which you and I crossed.
As I burn the bridge down
I pause for a moment
And see a friend that I left in the past
She seems so long gone
But it's the same old song
When the die of my life has been cast.
With my soul on trial
I pause for a moment
For I must leave you alone on this isle
I'll remember you when
I am needing a friend
And my memory will conjure your smile.
I realise if I keep holding on to something that will never materialise in the near future, I probably burst my head sooner or later. Or drown in the bitter tears of my misery. And if it spirals out of my control, I can hardly blame myself, can I?
_'Jx]- faded at 1:17 PM
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