listening to: Dream On - Aerosmith


The first warm winds of summer slapped every inch of his face and mercilessly laced through his thick wavy hair as he made his way across the street. An old, ripped rucksack on his back, the heat and worldly obligations weighed him down so heavily that he felt he was sinking underground; but nothing, not even prison chains could hold back his spirit. He was determined to battle out whatever stood in his way to make it on time, for he knew what ruthless punishment lay before him if he didn't turn up.
He ascended the large vehicle that had just rolled in front of him seconds ago. Careful not to disturb its passengers, he skilfully glided past the seats to settle right at the back of the coaster in his favourite spot.
Before he knew it, his eyes drooped shut and he drifted away to another time, another place. The noise was deafening and his heart was thumping to the beat of the clock, which could still be heard above the screams and appeals. Time was slipping away like sand pouring out of clenched fists.
They moved around as gracefully as swans, but their eyes were those of predators, constantly hunting the prey that would give them much-deserved glory. This was it. The climax. Sweat dribbling down his face felt so real. A slight nod of the head and flick of the ankle later, the moment arrived. He felt his heart jump suddenly and could sense the sweet smell of victory filling up his surroundings. He felt a faint smile pass his lips. It was raining confetti and people dressed in colourful ensembles began to swarm past him.
This time, it wasn't the heat - a hand slapped his cheek and shook him back to reality. A pang of disappointment accompanied a yawn and seconds later, he had skipped off the coaster to proceed towards his destiny. He noticed familiar faces around him, some welcoming, others slightly intimidating. A hand wrapped around his neck and he suddenly felt at ease.
They strolled across the barren land and into the dreaded corridor. A torn sign adorned the big green door and its contents glared down at him, making him feel heavier than he did crossing the street this morning:

Classroom 10SA

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Just a thought: Who do you consider a friend?
Technically speaking, a friend is defined as a person whom one likes, knows and trusts. They're there to lift you out of your blue-est blues, and there to remind you when to stop floating up too high, just so that you don't fall down too hard. Don't be mistaken - they will let you fall, but not too hard.
You come to this point where you appreciate friends as a second family, to that stage where you don't need to choose anymore, the same way you can't choose your own blood. In a friend, you look for someone who can make you laugh just as much as they can piss you off. Someone who can make you realise your limitations as well as strengths. To push you to that point of no return when nobody else can...so that when you reach that point and somehow manage to return back to where you once were, you'll know they've helped you grow as a person. Moreover, they'll know you helped them help you.

So here's to the people who've by effort, by luck or just by accident, become the best friends you can ask for :)