to know the depth of the wind

How deep can the wind get? How wide can her wings stretch out? How sweet can her songs sound to my ears? How long can she loom and linger, rustling through my hair?I want to know!!! I want to know!!! I WANT TO KNOW!!!

Last thursday i made a very very difficult decission. I hadn't much time to think it over so it was a rather hasty choice... but it's worth it... i think. It started somewhat one month ago when a brotherhood was formed between four young men... all from different walks of life, different colours of eyes, different accents of speech, different breeds of acne, different circumferences of biceps and different widths of sails which would encampass the wind that blows their ships of life each to different unknown island destinations. Four of them sharing almost nothing in common mysteriously had something alike... all their paths of being converged to a single point called the Seventhofjulyo'eight. Yes there and then was where it all began.


In the begining... i know you know God made the heavens and the earth...


So in the not so begining, there was the Whisper, being carried by the soft moist lips of the wind to the ear of the hearer and from the hearing of the ear came the awakening of the being. From the unslumbering of the slumberer came the transmission of nerve impulses across the synaptic clefts by means of neurotransmitters to the brain and from that came the understanding of the thought and from the comprehension came the decision and the decision begot action which revealed itself through the utterence. But before the utterence there had to be the council of four and before the council of four the message that birthed the setting and ringing of the alarm clock had to be delivered through the Pigeons of Truth and from the council came the proposal which lead to the agreement and ultimately the brotherhood called the Tetha Mu Gamma.


Sigh... the fraternity,


Now that i have the history of what i'm talking about ironed out i shall continue to further explain myself. The Tetha Mu Gamma was formed on the foundation which had the words " to overcome love with love" inscripted deep into it... not erasable, not phantomable... and unfortunately not comprehendable. We young men decided it would be wise to form a freternity which would help us abstain from any form of relationship with the opposite gender until after form five. This was to ensure the productivity and advancement of our accadamical life. Hence further establishing the thought. " to overcome love for eve's race with brotherly love". With this mindset 'instilled' into the mind and thoughts of every member we elected the valliant, wise and humble patrick chua as our president going by the name Dr. Love to Night ( a long story). Working happily under him we had the "hardworking, secretarial, administrative " thung yiu jho shouldering the responsibility of the vice president and also the secretary while going by the initials T Y JOE (check it out!!!). We also elected Matthew Elliot as the lovemeter checker this was because he was predestined to do this job...he had this remarkable talent that when he places his finger to your heart and if it is so that your heart has a place for love towards a girl it would send such a rush of blood right up to his multitude of pimples and one of them would pop... then we know... then we know. And what pose i held you may ask? Well for the benefit of everyone it was decided that i only held the pose of AJK ahli jawatan kuasa. I was contented...


For a period of time the Tetha Mu Gamma thrived. It began to gain school wide popularity and was greatly revered by other bodies and students. We had our rituals... yes we did... and we had to follow them all strictly.

Unfortunately, i cannot continue my babbling discourse as the thought of how it all ended still wounds my feeble heart. Maybe, just maybe when i overcome this pain i shall tell you more about our rituals and achievements and also our fall. Someday maybe i shall look back and understand why but as for now i still wonder...

How deep can the wind get? How wide can her wings stretch out? How sweet can her songs sound to my ears? How tenderly can her fingertips tap moistly on the soft walls of my heart... I WANT TO KNOW... i want to know... i want to know (a weak cry fades faintly to the background engulfed by heavy breathing)