and No One Knows My Name...

-About Me`
Andre LiM
297th day of 1990
presbyterian high
cjc
1/2 integrity 'o3o4
3/4 faith 'o5o6
1t30
student council 'o5 ~~

-Likes`
music
6 years ago...
life free of politics,
education, and
complexities.
but i still like technology
and irony
i wanna be a hermit.
but thats against God's word.
i think
i don't know, confusion confuses....

-wishes...`
sound. be better.
Buy me.....
anything.
nice.
a new bag
an iPod with 30GB or 60GB
a 500gb 3.5" portable harddisk
a 500gb 2.5" portable harddisk
an ACER mini PC with 19"
A Fujitsu Desktop PC
or some other GOOD desktop PC
A630

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Friday, May 26, 2006

well i had thought of something just now
cant really remember
but i thought of it before
thought of it sometimes
grr... i hate it when i forgot wad i was thinkin
and when i was aching to pen it down....


now they say, friends come and go

some just stay for a while

some just passing by
now i wonder where you belong
while there are some who are forever there

standing with you through thick and thin
how i wish...
and i begin to wonder...

in 10 years, 20, or 60 years.... who will be the ones
who have been there all the while
or just as a friend there to share
just a friend... that still..
acknowledges, and recognises

there are times where after a short period of time
when a ceasefire is called
the period of silence
failure to communicate due to priorities,
or other... commitments, and fears...

people begin to saw thru that thick rope of friendship
slowly the layers loosen
the ends begin to fray
and before long...
the rope snaps....

with nothing to keep it anchored to a river bank
against the fierce currents,
the companion can no longer return to it
all is lost.

that boat drifts off....
down the rapids....
disappearing out of sight....
maybe we might meet again
maybe not
oh how i hope those few will remain...

who will remain?
is there anyone who will boldly answer
and say for sure

i would hope for nothing more
than to hold thee dear
as a friend
or...



and those whom i cherish so much now....
i hope this bond will not break
no saw should cut through a bond of steel
but the simplest of all can corrode it...
can we reinforce this metal...
and secure it....
can we?
will you?

the path continues... @
9:25 PM

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