E-chi, E-pah, E-Jiu ( failure II)

Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2008 -

mmhmm;

because its
17, 18, 19 routine
and here at 23 it's the same old me
and that one thing of the moment
that we all happen to like will
only very temporarily
kinda break the cycle
of the double edged sword
of being lazy and being bored
we just want more and more and more
till it's all we can afford

Memory - Oliver Goldsmith

O MEMORY,
thou fond deceivers
till importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain:Thou, like the world, th' oppresee'd oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe:
And he who wants each other blessing in thee must ever find a foe




























17*
Better for you. I’m still pathetic and sorry. I’m proud of you. Don’t forget our motto. Don’t forget you’re priorities. Don’t forget who to consult first and foremost! Don’t forget He loves you. Don’t forget I love you. BUT, Forget the rest of this post and it’s connections hereafter. Well, at least try to. You’re already doing better than me. Just remember it differently.







18<3
Brothers in Crime;
Brothers in crisis
Brothers in pain
Brothers in joy
Brothers forever.












19
**
school in a day;
8760 hours in a way;

I figured that time would be short as always. I realized that it would be unfair. So I’m sorry if I disappoint after all the anticipation. Really nothing to be proud of, or joyous about. Just something sentimental. Something that feels forever close to my heart despite the current life I live in. “I thought age would tell us secrets, but the secrets are still secrets” Beauty in the Broken; Starfield; Lost. Don’t know where I am. Feels like I’m just taking the current. I don’t seem to care but He knows.

Loves;

Jingsz*

What I remember most prominently is how I use to cycle to that "place" I told you about and wanted to bring you there. I remember cycling past the hotel where I carried the golden gift, a neighbour to the waters. Quickly I would make my way past the lights, ISB, and the river where I would watch fish and fisherman, reminiscing the days with the brother. Upon my arrival I would park along the side of the road in the ghostly shade of the trees that careened and twirled ceaselessly like maddened horses desperately trying to break free from the bitter rein as the wind breathed. As dawn fused into dusk I would make my way across the secret paths guarded by thorn bushes. I would then continue running up and down, round and round till I saw a sign. There riding on winds it descend on magnificent wings as it home lay only a few miles away. As I watched intently on the chilly floor of the parking lot my mind would just shut down everything else except You. How I yearned and pined but all for disappointment.

If there was one thing I would love to experience again it would have to be your laughter. Weird choice? It was a rare moment where laughter would be heard. Guess it's one of things I find hard to imagine, or even hear it resound during those days of overthinking, reminiscing and missing.

misslove;
Xx.

Ps. What really sucks, is that I never really got to pinch your cheeks off(: Not even once did I get a quick pinch or pull. It wouldn't have hurt I promise(; You would have secretly loved it even if you did flinch I thinks.

Pps. Crap, I better stop. Get off the treadmill and pretending. Fantasizing. Wishing.


















I'm done.

gid.
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