Sunday, March 16, 2008
After so long, I'm back to this place again.
Sitting down and stoned alone.
Thinking about lots of things like I'd done the past two times.
It has always been great to be there again.
The feeling of river breeze brushing through my hair and my face is always so comfortable.
The feeling of looking far away from that vital point is always so relaxing.
The feeling of looking at the boat gliding through the river is so carefree.
Merlion's still doing the same old thing as before.
But things for me always doesnt seems to be constant.
One asked me :"Why do you always have to stand up so strong for your own thoughts? And not accepting what others are telling you? Why do you want to be so different from most of your friends? "
I found myself speechless upon hearing those questions for few seconds.
But my answer was :"I always thinks that in life, we can have a choice to be who we want to be and not for others who want us to be, so why give a fuck to others' opinion when you know that they're all TYPICAL ones."
The lake was silent for sometime. Finally it said:
"I weep for Narcissus but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."
screamed ;
3/16/2008 01:41:00 AM
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