Dreaming Out loud ....

On the verge of SPM, everyone in their seventeen is struggling through thick and thin, burning the midnight oil and giving it all they got to get the best result in their SPM. I looked at everyone around me, so tense and so rigid. I looked at the person in front of me, barely able to open his eyes and having dark colouration round his eyes, signifying the inadequate sleep that he gets. I looked at Faris on my far left, he's struggling to keep his head up, nodding constantly like the oscillating pendulum in physics experiment.

It then came to me, that my friends had changed, they're no longer the invigorating friends of mine, they're the slave of SPM. They no longer have time to talk, to hang or to look. I sympathize them, i really do. Even though i am also in the amidst of it, but still, i take my time to enjoy the pleasure of the little things in life because it's what that makes me a human being.

I shouldn't be cramped out with life and leave absolutely no space for myself. I don't want to lose my childhood, lots of children nowadays are missing out on those kind of things. Here some of the things that we left behind just so we can be called 'mature' :

Playing by the fountain

Sitting by the campfire

Playing with friends

Hanging out

Watching the sunset

Playing in the rain

My therapeutic disclosure....

I guess it's safe to say that just because a guy is crying, it doesn't make him any less man because everyone has emotion. Having said that though doesn't mean that you should break down like a cry baby and start getting on everyone's nerve, it's just common sense for us to know on where to draw the line and not to go over it.

So what i have to blog for today is something revolving around my therapeutic disclosure-on how something that could drives a soul to weep, could also drives him to be a better person for him/her or even to the mass itself. So i'm the kind of guy that gets easily touch by these kinds of elements, not that i'm easily weep, but i'm easily captivated by them.

I have a weird way of motivating myself-on how i could easily immersed in sad stories or songs or even movies. And at the end of the day, it got me into a state of where i feel the need of humility is a sheer interest. Just the other day, i was in 5 Maju with Danny and Faris because it was english lesson. Unfortunately, teacher Ezah was not around and we were left to loiter around and do whatever we favour. As for me, i grabbed this years literature book, "Step by Wicked Step" and started to read while listening to Taylor Swift's Back to December.

To start with, the story of Ricahrd Clayton Harwick was already freaking sad, and listening Back to December at the same time just simply made me burst into tears. I tried to cover it up, leaning my forehead to the table, in hope that no one would see me weeping. After a while, i stopped, i can't go any further, if i did then i would cry even harder till the whole class notices me. I put the book down, wipe my tears away, stood up and pretended as if nothing's wrong.

Later that evening, i had more time to reminisce because somehow i feel that i should do just that and the book really taught me something-on how life is not always like a rainbow in the sky and to acknowledge the dark side of life which very few of us really comprehend. I tried to put myself in his shoe and contemplate on what could happen.

In the end i started to feel better, regained my conscious and maturely grew up. Thank you my therapeutic disclosure ....