Last night I was afraid to sleep because I know that if I did, the night will pass by so quickly and before I know it, it is gone. I lay in bed and started to think of my friends. Close friends. Every single one of them and I am thankful to God for them. I realised that they were all similar in a way. The similarity being that we can always relate to each other. I guess that's the crucial part that made us friends. It is because of this that I feel that we have the same frequency and thus turn out to be really chattable friends. Nevertheless, no matter how similar they may be, I must say that each and everyone of them are unique and special in my heart. I think it is very significant for two people to be talking on the same level. Afterall, that is more or less a criteria for two good friends, isn't it?...

Hmm...kinda unrelated with the above but anyway...I feel that time always passes unusually rapidly whenever I am with this friend of mine. Perhaps I shall attribute it to the topics we share. For once, I suddenly feel like an adult discussing philosophical aspects that I feel qte obliged to speak up. There was always this side of me just that the hectic schoolwk and stuff kind of suppressed my thoughts and feelings. I used to be able to talk abt it with a close ny friend, usu during the time we awaited for choir to commence but not anymore due to time issues. Anyhow, the former managed to pry open this side and help me explore and analyse issues that I didn't dare to do it myself. This friend makes me feel like a teacher but fact is, this friend's the real teacher. It's truly amazing and interesting, that two unknown strangers get acquainted at a particular time in a particular place. However, what's more fascinating is the fact that one person can help bring out the other side of another and not to mention, facilitate interaction at a certain frequency. Yet what's ironic is that whenever I find someone who I realise I can talk to at an almost comfortable level, I fear that the day when two people drift apart shld come. I am a worrier by nature and thus sometimes when things seem almost flawless and perfect I just wish that things will remain as they are and not go downhill; my main point being that something immaculate is impossible for any improvement and hence in every likelihood tend to plummet and that's what scares me even more...

A friend just told me that once you reach 20, the years just pass by so quickly. That sounded a bit...erm...sad.