Came back from a meetup with my bro Nesh. So we were talking about girls and relationship and stuff. Definitely not that kind of desperado stuff that you might be thinking of. It's serious talk. Am glad that he opened up towards me and told me what's bothering him. Hopefully I'll be of help to you bro! But I'm not sure about the part when you said we might as well turn gay since only guys can understand guy problems, as you said. But don't do foolish things lah, ok? Lol. I shall not disclose much of what we talked about, cos there are ladies reading this too. Now, who says guys can't keep secrets?
Woohoo, though Sundays can be depressing since it's the day I have to book in, I really enjoy the little moments of just chilling out at some hawker or cafe and sipping on teh and crunching on kaya toast. Ahh those pre-army days. Nostalgia! Simple yet splendid way to keep conversations going. We were driving around in our own cars. The feeling is simply great! If only Sundays last without ending.
We were checking out books in the bookshops and libraries. And I can't wait to read Chuck Palahniuk's The Fight Club. Currently, I'm reading his "Choke" and it is brilliant. His words really make me think a lot.
Ok, so the emo me was taking a shower just now(and hopefully no one was peeping on me), and this title "No Man's Island" came to my mind and hence the first few sentences. I decided to pen it down and write a poem out of it.
No Man's Island
Standing tall,
Admist them all.
On the run,
Under the sun.
Neck craning,
Stiffening.
Bewildered,
By the wilderness.
On his own,
Nevertheless.
Without stopping,
Kept on panting.
Pull and push,
Bush after bush.
Night's stirring,
Fear sets in.
No man's island,
Isolates him.
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