Inspired by Lau Quanhan who wrote a similar poem. hope u guys like it.

Status: Online

It's Friday night again,
Sitting on that old swivel chair,
Waiting for that pleasant, heavenly sound to ease my pain,
Where two lonesome minds become a chatty pair.

Hello, she says, the old conversation opener,
I'm fine, I reply, despite feeling a bit green.
And thus we converse eloquently, topics ranging from SARS to siblings to muggers,
Word by word, sentence by sentence, materialising on the flickering screen.

Time seemed to melt away, become inconsequential,
The clock ticked stoically away, the only other sound save for the soft tapping of the keyboard.
He seemed to live and breathe every word, right down to its bare essentials,
His eagerly awaited session had started, losing the connection was something he could not afford.

His eyes were closing, his mind fatigued, yet he still carried on his cheerful persona,
Like a punch drunk clubber, a cocaine fueled druggie,
He bumbled along, his bed beckoning him from afar,
Never shall I succumb, he swore, and persevered doggedly.

Sleep comes even to those who resists its soft embrace,
People come to tire of routines as they seem fit.
The CPU s cooling fan slows its pace,
Status offline, the screen now said, before it ceased to be lit.

It s Friday night again,
Sitting in that old swivel chair,
Waiting for that pleasant, heavenly sound to ease my pain,
Where two lonesome minds become a chatty pair.

It never came, he never knew why,
And it all seemed just like a lie.
For the familiar stranger had come and gone,
All was left, was me, alone.

Ng Zhao Yang
5/3/03 12.25 am

this was also posted on my class site