Stories are written on books, Poems are written on paper, my life is written on lies.

Friday, September 5, 2008

another wasted day.

september 5 friday 2008,

yup today wasnt as busy, life as usual didnt seem to impact me when i was young, when i was young, life seems like the summer birds, too swiftly flown away, now its like a winding road down the streets. it took me sometimes to bring myself back to earth, back to where i truly was. i've got a real headache as usual, haha kinda miss those days, back where ah mah use to have her mahjong marathons and i jus roam the empty town with wei hao, life seems to go on forever, summer and winter vacation seems to drag forever, i was forever second because no matter how i compare myself with wei hao, im always second, anyway, i always lose out,but times and people change, i use to tink i have no talents at all, but now its all to a whole new level, haha the bryan now gets wat he wants, compare the last time me and the me now its a whole new difference, i use to think my existence was a pain, but now i noe tat without me, lots and lots of things mite be different, sometimes journey down the winding road of memory lane brought back fond memories as well as hurtful ones,i seem so much in life and pretty more since to head my way, i am no longer the same and i noe no matter how hard i try i can never go back to the old me anymore, time cannot rearrange itself for my sake, i cannot change the past and the present but i sure can change the future, ya i noe, im stil kicking the habit of using vulgarities but yet it seem so hard at times, when i was young, most of my fond memories are with grandma, and most of it is when i roam the roads and streets at night, i use to wonder, if i dint go to church, would the bryan ue all noe today ever been the same? haha tc..... ill be tinking about it.