wednesdae reflections
Wassup pplez. i’m back. updates these daes haven been very regular, n i also notice other pple the blog also long long never update liao. reason is simple, if ur donning a Grey sick sack, going to a Grey school (i better not say the name or else the NATIONAL guard sure arrest me one then u pple got no more uncle alvin to read), n everyday is so unproductive n uninspiring, u’ll end up wif very little to blog about.
anyway, todae got no art class. so can go home slack around awhile. then i realize hor, hey long time never go pao bu already. n nafa is coming already. so how leh? better run abit lor. if not then die lor.
so run then run lor. quite some time never run already. so i felt really out of breath. but the run gave me a chance to sort things out in my mind n think clearly. after such an exhausting run i took a walk round the park. the first in months. so they sae Anima Sana In Corpore Sano, Sound Mind In A Sound Body. for once i saw beauty in the sound of cars whirring past in the distant highway, beauty in trees by u, forming a protective canopy above u, beauty in the narrow pavements of scattered leaves n buds. it was fast pushing 7pm; the illumination of the evening lamps. its strange that moments like this happen every day right at ur doorstep yet u rarely ever regularly experience it. it was very rewarding, a welcome interruption of the greyness of the life i live now. as much as i hate to admit this.
its funny how...
pain is transient, but so is the other extreme, happiness. but wads life without these 2?
you desire companionship, but it can only be given, not asked for.
we demand a reason, when ur better off not knowing.
we seek far n wide for wad u want, when its right here at the start.
all u’ve got, is all u really need.
things don’t last, but we act like they do.
u covet something wif all ur heart. n u’ll sae u’ll never have it. but if u really deserve it, u’ll eventually get it.
wang zi has stopped talking to me. thats fine by me. but if he has anything against me, i’d prefer that he’d confront me like a man. i’d forgive him wadever. at least we’ll clear up the bad air n start afresh. but i don’t take kindly to childish pple who keep their frustrations to themselves n use them against me, expecting me to understand why, wad n how they’re feeling.
alvin ong dozed and watched the sawdust trampled night @ 11:16 AM
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