This is my story...

Friday, April 01, 2005

First it was basketball in the morning then badminton in the afternoon then dinner at block 85. Well basketball was fun and because of that I have 2 skin colours now; my arms are red. Badminton, oh well they finally started to train. Finally! I mean yeah although it was quite screwed up in the first place, I think that's my ultimate purpose to be there on Wednesdays and Fridays, and not to play for the whole damn day, occupying the courts and getting handphone numbers.

Hmm, well there is something me again which cannot be explained. Oh man. You know sometimes you just have the feeling to do something crazy which you have never done in your entire life, and whatever...

I saw this really nice racket, with seasoned tension and a heavy head, smashes well, chops perfectly, but the sad thing was it wasn't mine at all.

I met the girl of my dreams a few months back, but the sad thing was it wasn't mine at all.

Sometimes the best things aren't yours. But come to thinnk of it I have best things which people want. Tell me something, should I go for the things which I want? Or should I let it stay where it is, for it may be better off that way.

Sometimes things are really complicated to explain, sometimes things which I wanna do but I am afraid of, some things which no matter how much courage you have, you will never have that much to do something you wanted to.

I don't know, I am going to the army soon, and yet these things cannot be delayed. Such things cannot be kept mum. I just don't wanna hide it from you anymore, but it's just that the environment, the atmosphere, the surroundings, the things around you and me forbid me to tell you what the hell am I thinking.

Goddamnit, someone PLEASE shoot me.

I don't mean to slip and fall again.

Rambled by kaSh at 11:48 pm