Winter! Snow! Holidays!

I know I had not write for a long time. To tell you the truth, I have no idea what to write all this past days, but don't get it wrong. I like to write to you guys because you are one of people that listens to me.

It's December and you know what that means. It's nearly Christmas. Okay, I don't celebrate Christmas, but I like the holiday cheer when I was at Denver. Man, every time I thought about Denver, I felt it like a lifetime ago, but in truth, it's about six months ago. That's fairly long. I felt like all the two years I had been living in Denver was a dream that came true. I felt like I never left Malaysia. 

Anyway, let's talk about Christmas. Or, actually...holidays. I know that are a lot of holidays celebrate in December. A lot...but I only remember Christmas. You know, every time when December hits United States, I could feel the anticipation. Of waiting. People decorate their house. The radios blasting every single Christmas music. The beautiful snow that fall down and shivers our spine. 

Ahh...the snow...One thing I like about snow was the beauty of it. So, beautiful and sparkly. I just want to stare at it all day. If I don't get cold first. I remember I was standing outside with my friend, Jordyn, because we were waiting for my father to pick us up. Then, it started snowing. Most people went inside and so, there are few people left outside. It was quiet, but not the kind of quiet that make you feel lonely. Jordyn shivers beside me, complaining about the cold,  while I stare in wonder at the snowflake that fall down on my jacket. The intricate pattern of the snowflake, the silence, the gently sound of wind...beautiful...just beautiful.

This is one of the time that I stay outside when it is snowing. Oh..I forgot...my crush was there too. Now, that make it more beautiful. The cold didn't bother me at that time.

You must be bored of me talking about snow. But, snow is nature. It is one thing that I think it is beautiful as the stars. I don't know...I don't know...

But, I know one thing. What's December without Christmas Eve? Or, What's December without school holidays? 

Hey, I know one song about winter. Peppermint winter from Owl City. Okay, if you guys don't like Owl City, fine. Just don't say it at my face. I wonder if Owl City mind if I post his song in this Decemberly post.

  

His description of winter was so good. Better than mine actually. 

Happy December! Happy Holidays!

Wish Well Wisher. 

Happy Birthday!

You know what, I should be a little bit open this time. So, I am in a sharing mood today and one of the things I want to share with you guys today is my best friend, Izzati.

Okay, I write this post today is to say Happy 15th Birthday to my best friend. I want to share my appreciation of her. She had been a best friend to me and well, I think it is good to say it out there.

 I didn't remember how did we become friends in the first place, but I clearly know it take a lot of problems and skirmishes to get there. It was pretty bleak when we started out to be friends and the friendship was hard to stay intact at that time. It take a lot of tears and shouting to get the friendship we had today. Oh yeah, I was nine to ten years old at that time. So, I was pretty immature at that time and I am not as understanding as I am today.

Izzati was like a twin of me. We always do things together and sometimes people do mistake us as twins even though there are a lot of physical differences that we both have. Izzati loves books just like me, but I know she sometimes lazy to read the descriptive part. One of her flaws, you might say. But, that doesn't broke our friendship. Even though she is quiet among her classmates (we are in different classes), I know from the deep of my heart she was braver than any other of her classmates. She write stories and poems sometimes and she is working on a story right now that I hope it will publish successfully.

You see, without her. I am simply nothing. People knows us when we're together and I bet if we do separated, people will have a hard time recognize us individually. She had open a new world for me. A world of books. Without her, I think I won't be reading as many books as right now. She showed me the real meaning of friendship since before I don't have a single speck of idea what friendship mean to me mentally. And without her, I won't be who I am today.

So, Izzati, if you were reading this today, then I shall say Happy Birthday. You are someone the world needs tomorrow when we grown up and all because from the bottom of my heart, you can change the world. If the world is to big for you, then maybe you can change Malaysia. Well, you changed me so you kind of have a power to change something. You had left a legacy for me to remember. Thank you for everything. We might have skirmishes sometimes, but hey, that's what friends are. 

Therefore, people of the world, appreciate your friends from time to time. Sometimes things that we take for granted will be gone in a blink of eye. Friends is something that well, bring you memories from some other place other than home. Real friends will be there for you when the rest of the world walk out. Friends are people you let them in your life. Someone who knows you better than anyone else other than your family of course. 

Happy Birthday my best friend. I hope you have good dreams, a good future and a good friendship.

From your petty friend, Wish Well Wisher

Secret Special Place

Do you have special place that you couldn't share with anyone?

My brother asked me why do people have a secret hideout place. It surprised me that my brother would have asked me that because well, my brother doesn't go into people emotions and something like that. I answer that people had escape route when something bad happen in their lives. It is a fantasy place for people, away from reality.

This reminds me of Ms. Allison class when I was in eighth grade. Ms. Allison asked us to write an essay about our special place. I don't understand what it mean at that time. So, well, the class kind of get yell at by her, but it doesn't make sense to me until well, now.

So, I am asking you, personally, what is your secret hideout place?

Basically, everybody have a secret special place. It is a private place for you and for you only. It is special and it reflects you and your life. Most of the time, not many people in your life can find this place, but when they did, it is either you let them in or they find a way in.

You see, this secret special hiding place of yours is well, not just a concrete place, but it could be abstract place too. Let's say...when someone is reading a book or doing something...they kind of in their own world, right? It could be describe as a secret hiding place too. Okay, here's another example...Things are bad downstairs and you are in your room, but it could not go away, so you close your ears and move to fantasy by listening to music. Or, you could just ran away and find another place to hide.

It doesn't matter where is it or what is it, it is something special that you have in yourself.

Since you don't know me very well, I think I should share it with you guys. My very special place where I always do my crying on in on my bed. My bed is always a place for me where I can write, read, listen to music, cry and well,anything that I did most of the time in the day. Sometimes, when it get to scratchy, I either read or listen to music.

Well, really I don't know why I write about this, but at least I write something.
Wish Well Wisher.