silence is deafening

这是我们的纪念日
纪念我们开始对自己诚实
愿意为深爱的人 放弃骄傲
说少了你生活淡的没有味道

这是美丽的纪念日
纪念我们能重新认识一次
有些事要流过泪才看的到
不求完美 爱的更远
要过的更好

you know something? sometimes when you think you know, you dont.

entering the air chilled room was a perfect picture of hierarchy. 3 guys lying on separate beds with silence stashed amongst them. its interesting because no one spoke. it was supposed to be a short getaway to go to bed. instead, no one actually did.
let me introduce the people.
on the furthest bed we have the oldest. arguably the most unambitious too. contented to sit thru life without getting far, settling with something simple but yet wanting to strike it rich someday. he has been with the force for some 5-6 years now. i wonder what he was thinking about in the 1 hour of silence. i think i know. 每个刺青都有个故事。he must have been regretting life not for what it is now but for what he shud have done if he could reversed time. he never looked at us jc guys with contempt but with jealousy that that was something he could have done if he learnt english well and avoided the bad contact that most probably crowned the last bad memories on his skin.
in the middle, we have the next oldest. but he aint that old anyways. he still remembers the day he had to wake up and close all the bunk windows to stop the pouring rain from spilling in, all because the rest acted dumb and waited for a kind soul. it was very clear what he was thinking at that very moment. his girlfren. the person he gave his heart as well as the person who smashed it flat. it all went downhill until this very moment and the scar remains. everyone could see it. it was some 3-4 years thing before this thing happened. yet i can remember he was so clear that she was the one. he doesnt look one who goes dead serious about a single person too.
nearest is the youngest. ok, not that young. 20 in 3 more days. they use to joke, and still joke that there's no place with age limit they cant enter so they will not bring the kid here to drink at night. i dont have much of an agenda. or so i think i dont. but in the silence i was just thinking of someone, perhaps like all of them. the someone to change everything.
and i guess that's how the story goes.