May 20, 2004


  • We went to have dinner at Swensons...
    There I chatted with her,
    admiring her every smile and laughter.
    And sometimes we'd talk about the things that puzzles us.
    Things like, "who's the girl I like" and "what kind of guy you like"
    I wonder if she knew, but I doubt shell realise.
    There I showed her my album of photos.
    "The girl I like.. is somewhere in this album,
    But I guess you'll never guess correctly.."
    She decided not to guess..
    Perhaps she already knew?

    Then I brought her to a secret place.
    A tranquil still place perfect for chatting admist a bustling town.
    She couldn't get over the fence.
    And so I carried her slowly and gently,
    Like how a happily married man would sweep his wife off her feet..
    It felt nice to be able to catch a whiff of her scent.
    It felt wonderful to be with that special someone
    .
    She kept asking me about the girl I'm interested in.
    And everytime I look at her straight in the eye to explain,
    I'd see her shyly look away..
    Maybe she knows, maybe she doensn't.
    But none the less, It was a beautiful night.

    We shared the cab home..
    And she felt tired.. slowly falling asleep,
    she rested on my shoulder.
    I wish that journey lasted forever.
    I wanted to put my arm over her,
    but alas, lacked the courage to even try.
    What if i was wrong?
    Then i wouldn't be much of a gentleman...
    But what if i was right?
    None the less, It was a beautiful most memoreable night...


    The weekend was totally awesome.
    I can't really put it in words, neither can i say too much.
    But Saturday was a real wholesome day for me.
    During vocal class, we had to try something rather ridiculous.
    Singing and replacing every word with "Ta, Toe,Tay,etc"
    It sounded like we're singing in Korean,
    but when we followed instructions..
    like how we always do our vocal projection exercises...
    WOW.
    I was kinda impressed with myself! hahaha, it sounded very proffesional.
    And I was so enthusiatic about it!
    In fact, with my Diaphragm all geared up,
    when i sang the Duet "Wu Ding" with Tina... it sounded beautiful!

    As for Saturday night...
    It can be totally encompassed with this picture 
    Got home at 4 am that night.. but it was really fantabulous.
    Wish I could do more, say more and show more though..

    That's me behind, but i look horrible... Taken this pic long long ago.
    Ain't she pretty? Think she's got X-factor

    And on Sunday, I was supposed to meet Liya.
    But think there was some HUGE Miscommunication.
    So sorry Liya, like i promised yeah? haha I'll make it up to ya.
    Paul and I were supposed to go to church...
    but in the end we didn't cause we needed to get Presents for sooo many pple!
    And as we were window shopping for clothes and stuff,
    I saw something that caught my attention...

    That's what i saw. The resemblance is uncanny.
    My best friend originated from wrapping paper.

    And later in the night,
    It was time for Brandon's birthday party.
    Gosh, hoped he liked the shirt i got him. hahaha..
    Think he TOTALLY needs it
    The fun part was meeting up with old friends at his Party.
    There's Adeline, Nilma, Daphne Ong, Kenley Kwan, Daphne the model..
    and of course dearest Vanessa Tan.
    The girl I who inspired me to create "December Night"
    There's alot of history btw she and I,
    But that's another story
    Made 2 new friends too! Janiah & Grace Wong! hehe..
    Lovely girls I would say.. well in the end, it was a nice evening of fun and laughter.
    Cheers to freedom eh Brandon?


    Hmmm, this was like 1/7th of the full strength of his guest that night.. haha


    On the 3rd of December 2003 I wrote this...

    If you had wings... Would you Fly?
    If it makes you feel like you're in another world... Would you Fly?
    If your wings were hurt and you never know when they'll be fine...

    Would you still Fly?

    These are the exact feelings I had today.
    It was games day at my company (Army) and we were required to sign up with games.
    My dearest friends would know that Basketball's a fav game of mine.
    Because back then, I could Fly.
    Or maybe to me, I felt that I could fly..
    I felt that I could vanish past my opponent, and streak towards the basket.
    And the look of their awed faces pleased me.
    That was what Basketball was to me.
    It could make time stop, make me fly, and give me speed.

    However, with the recent knee operation I had.
    I was told to avoid any form of streneous activity concerning my legs.
    Jumping, running, squatting was a  no no. And I stood firm to that until..
    Until today, when i decided to join a little friendly game.
    I thought to myself ,"I can just shoot right? I won't run or jump and it should be fine."
    But you all know me. My brudas would know what kind of guy I am.
    If I had the chance to use it, I'd give my all to play it.
    I didn't this time, and i was confusingly glad by it.
    But I did jump a little, and maybe tried to sprint a little.
    But without the jumping and speed, my form was completely gone.

    The game ended and i managed to get 2 out of the 5 point my team had.
    We lost that match, though friendly but still a loss.
    But just as I was about the get a thirst quincher,
    A senior specialist in my company jokingly said...
    "So many cool moves, but still lose"
    It was there and then, that for once I felt defeated.
    Losing a match because a gave my best is one thing...
    But losing it because you can't give your best is another
    .
    There I stood looked at my knee and wondered why i played in the first place.

    Maybe it's best I leave and forget the sports I used to be good at.
    Maybe then, people will remember me not as the guy who had a knee operation,
    But as someone who exceedingly surpassed many in that sport.
    Would it be better to be remembered as a Legend?
    Or as someone who pple always looked up to because of my abilities?
    Or would it be better to play it again,
    but be forgotten and plainly classed as just another player?

    Which path would you choose?

    If you had wings... Would you Fly?
    If it makes you feel like you're in another world... Would you Fly?
    If your wings were hurt and you never know when they'll be fine...

    Would you still Fly?

    Now Allow me to write this....


    The incredible miracle is this...
    That day was the first Games Day the Unit had prepared..
    And from that time I did wish that God could give me back what i had lost.
    The bible says he'll return u seven times what you've lost.
    Just yesterday, my new Techstore I/C gave me the go ahead to play basketball.
    My physiotherapist said that it was time I get back on my knees... *literally*
    And yesterday I had a great time.
    The best time since I've had the operation.
    I played basketball, and though I reserved almost 40% of my abilities,
    I could run, jump and shoot.
    This time the result was different.

    The team I was in won 7 times consecutively.
    I felt that I had energy burning continuously within me..
    I could see the environment trying to keep up with me,
    Dashing through making tacful passes and even just standing there doing nothing.
    Or how I'll vanish past my opponent and leave awed expressions on their faces.
    I kepy encouraging my team, pushing them to their limits,
    Telling them that we shall not lose, because we can win!
    And the same guy who said,"So many cool moves, but still lose" was there.
    This time he said this.."So many cool moves, but still miss the shot"
    Perhaps the Reuben Wong back then would have looked low,
    And felt demoralised.

    Yesterday was the renewal of the Real Reuben Wong.

    I looked at him and said..
    "Hey! You talk so much, come down to play with me la!
    Then I'll show you what I've got!"

    It wasn't the arrogant type of expression..
    But I was merely happy that I can accept a challenge ahead of me.
    In the end that fella laughed off and continued swearing at me,
    Not in an angry way of course, jokingly..
    And that day, i kept going and going, scoring and scoring.
    Until someone came up to say...
    "Reuben, I didn't know you could fly..."





Comments (2)

  • hmmm....so,dat's the gal...actually,it's a nice feelg to haf when the two of u seem to noe and yet duno...*ha*...but anyway,ur fren seem to grab the wrappg paper and juz wrapped himself up..*ha*...great to noe abt ur new song dat ya still writing on...beri nice...kip up the gd work...

  • haha thanks girl! actually there's a lot more happening so far! but i'll try to update once a week rather than everyday... :)

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