Samseng

It's really funny how sometimes friends really lift you up and laugh together with you about the strangest but yet the most eventful things that happen. Especially when these events are of such a similar form that it's uncanny the way in which we can be there for one another in such times where it's the same genre of events.

A road of discovery, of realisation, of understanding that comes with quite a substantial amount of pain, suffering, sacrifice and a broken uneven road to an inner happiness.

In life, we often have things we treasure and things we take for granted. In life, we often take people for granted or get taken for granted. To those who take us for granted and take what we bring to the table for granted, let's just put it such that we know what we brought to the table is deserving but not to sound arrogant at the same time. If so should it be discarded by those who do not know how to appreciate what is laid on the table, then let them settle for what their taste buds call delicacies.

I just pity those who would rather eat of the scraps off the table rather than dine at the table. I pity those who have to eat in darkness and in the shadows rather than sitting at the table in the proper capacity to savor every bite and every juicy cube of the steak.

So, to my samseng friend who met a confused bastard that promised you the stars and heavens and call you an angel sent from above, i say earnestly you're not alone. Female versions of this type of people exist in this self proclaim conservative city state of ours. If only we could tell this to the world and warn other less well informed people out there like us that we gotta be careful who we give ourselves and our hearts to.

I could, in fact, i had and still have the technical and professional capability of plastering the story in every newspaper and even provide a free courier service to their doorstep but we know that we're better than that.

We know that an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth isn't his ways. We know that love is his word, love is his way, feasting with men, fasting alone, love, only love is his way.

People are all worthy of this, but not all are worth our time and emotions for us to share this with. It's not something which we go begging others to accept, it's something we discovered we are able to offer to another because we have it in us and is us; which ideally, another should just chance-by and embrace this thing we have and in that, embrace us. In sharing this, we share a part of ourselves and we share a part of this image of what we're created to be molded after.

As a poem, the lyrics sound sad, down and out - of which samseng, u and i were at some point in time.

As a song, it's a happy tune of liberation.

You made me stronger