a fantastic poem by bryan tan
just HAD to share it
it sort of summarizes our entire genting trip
The sun slept but we were awake,
Weary eyes on sleepy faces just for the sake
To be off on this trip of grandeur,
One to be remembered for sure.
On the morning of march the sixteen,
There was a rare sight to be seen,
The first to arrive was the weirdest trio,
The westsiders, Xavier, Jason and Hiro.
As the bus lugs away,
Into dreamland we sway,
With plenty of sleeping,
We arrived at Genting.
Waiting outside the hotel,
We decided to have lunch as well,
A good one we had, one I would have boasted,
If not for the talk, of chicken’s blood and period.
We had fun, didn’t we,
From the rides to the sights we see,
And to the pillow fights,
Very late into the night.
To the nights we gambled away,
Losing money in dismay,
And the excitement in mafia,
Looking for the one with the evil-est aura.
To the days, the nights, the times we spent,
Those were all wonderful events,
I’ll hold them so precious and dear,
From my memories they will never disappear.
Lets meet again for this isn’t the end,
Thanks everyone, for being my friend….
Skated away @, 12:23 AM.