21/9/2008 -
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it was the day my senses failed. A day etched in memory of lost love and time. The newfound bliss of fresh youthfulness kindled in unprecedented instinctal tandem. Summoning the amount of confidence as a testimony of modern time, going against the grain of generations of gender discrimination and prejudice was never going to be easy, and despite ample proof of modern degeneration of this stance her required energy and work was really very commendable. And so i live on to remember that fateful day, the day the norm was thrown out of the form book. My guess was my storied slow development of my youth, and or frankly i was simply stunned as a greenhorn, not knowing what else to do besides stoning in shock as the butterflies felt her arms around me. I was never prepared for that day, one that i learnt the hard way, with a slow painstakingly pang of cold regret, for it was served to me on a golden platter and i was blinded in search of another. Now that was a couple of years ago, but from then on, physics lesson was never the same again. And i felt like daggers piercing my skin how ignorant i must have been, and the pain of realizing the true value of a person was never realized to me. Till it was too late. The thought of what might have been, what should have been, but what was never meant to be. I besot myself a lost chance and an eternity of regret, and panned out a wrongfully shockingly abject dismissal on a bringer of love and joy. And her smiles continue to bind me in the chains of past, etching me in blinding light for what blindness i had possessed, empowering me in a realm of mystified envy and nullified remorse. What was mine to embrace i can only dream, and in my dream to make amends ill make sure its a dream staying put. And i will hold her hand and walk the path of the dreamers plane, till death till us part, or till death till us apart. I wish her the best of luck, although i don think she needs it at the moment, and i will await the day; and i will look past my burning wounds and the pains of growing up late; and i will finally lay to rest what my words escaped me a couple of years ago; whether for better or for worse.
Some people might think serving the nation is a catalyst for an excessive build up of testosterone filled lust ready to be liberated once freedom is ensured. I tell you most solemly, its really a time for quiet reflection, catching up with people while trying not to make them suspicious of wrong intentions, and playback life so far to see where the rails came off ready laid tracks..
And so i live in faith and hope from angsty seizure moments from time passed to another, in hope to express a delayed action i was too shocked to consider, and i hope it shall be understood, for only then; i can finally grow up lessened of burdened regrets. Lets hope she remember...that fateful day of first year semester...where I lost the plan and the plot. And i must let it be known, i had yearned to get it back.
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About Me
Brandon Wong DOB:12 Nov 1989 E-mail:brandon_wong89@hotmail.com School: Catholic Junior College (2T35) Hobbies: Soccer,Tennis, Cycling, Pool.. Supports: Manchester United Ferrari Rafael Nadal Avenged Sevenfold
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