It was my night out- got on my jeans and head down to the boulevard, the city lights were lively and invigorating! I went pass that Chinese bar and got carried away by the strum of that old guitar. Just a little walk down the block and there she was - waiting patiently for me. I can't help but admired that immaculately dressed girl, it seems like everything she wears is beautiful and not to shabby.

I recovered my fascination and got closer to her. She grabbed my hand and took me to our spot and as usual, without any words to utter, i followed her as she leads the way. We got to that neatly carved bench, it has been there before i was born and countless of memory and story sparked here. I spent most of my childhood here with her. As i were catching her waves, she stood still in front of me, in the dim of silence. We sat on that very bench and watches the wide open lake in front of us.

She touches my leg and felt her getting close. I let my guard downs for her and drenched in her deep conversation. And i know that every time i compliments her beauty, she would just whispered to me that under these skin, she's just like me. I gazed at those sleepy eyes and before i knew it, she felt soundly on my shoulder.
Without knowing it, we stayed that way till morning came.

I whispered 'Good morning' into that pinkish ears and gave her a piggy back ride home. We laughed our way and cherish that beautiful moment. I hugged her in front of her apartment, and waved goodbye. Until then my friend...

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