Monday, September 19, 2005

Again, since pple are doing it, why not for me?

I’m the boy who cry when he's told to sleep. He believed that witches do fly pass the very window in his room whenever it's bedtime. I am the boy who once had everything but knowing that the things he had was less and less when he grew up. All sorts of toys surrounded him in his paradise, the little white tent he had.. He hides there when he's sad or he has a new toy to play with. He's just a lonely child since then. As times change, he lost all his beautiful toys..sand, stones and grasshoppers surrounded him. They became his best toys n mate. I am the boy who pple are deemed wild n dirty. I am the country boy.

I'm the boy who came Singapore because he's told he could have a better education here. I'm also the boy who had 3 primary school not because I am a drop-out. But because I never stayed in this island for e same spot for more than a single-yr in his early primary school days. From the heart of this island, I moved up and now finally resting in the east. I'm the boy who got slapped by a ger because i told her the 3 scared word. I'm the boy still wanna know who she's.

I’m the boy who took the pain to go the school up in the hill. Loneliness filled me as i hate going to school. I remembered the times when I believed in hooliganism and nazism and thought it's cool. But i'm the boy who walks away from them. Came the day when I found my best fren, a fellow cadet. We are the boys who cried and share laughters together. Till today, we are still the good old boys.

I'm the boy that never held a girl's hand. The warmth strike him like a lightning. He then played the game of love. I'm the boy filled with skepticism and constant jealousy. He once phoned a person over a hundred times, doing all e foolish stuff. I'm the boy who then give up this game of love. I never still regret telling u i never had ever loved u over the very phone. I'm the sorry boy. All i ever wanted to say to u is a sorry. I'm the loser boy at that very moment.

I'm the boy who then went to a decent college. Yet again, school was never kind to him. I hated going school. I'm the boy, yes the boy who walked alone away from the gates, i hated the uniform, and the mates who never ever tried to understand me. I'm the boy who studied so hard in my life, that i pratically never study much after that. Now again and later, I felt the warmth from another hand. I'm still the lovable boy, i told myself that. Round two, I lost again.

I'm the boy who they told me that i should be a man. But to my own delights, i still like being called a boy. I'm the boy who are told that i have the duty to protect this land. I'm the boy who yearns to break free from all bondages. I'm the boy... The very and ever boy that u knew and know.

I’m that boy. Right now at least. But who are you?

jjia leaving skool at 7:44 AM

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