fun is going to be over soon. form 4's officially over and in a week or so, form 5 will start, hopefull with a bang. i loved this year. good and bad, i loved it. thinking, back, every year i'll find myself a little hide out. ever since i could remember, there was a place i'd go where the wind blew strong and my heart and head were wide open.

i remember My bangsar house stairs
i remember the back of my new house
i remember the alley way behind my school
i remember the girls' locker room
i remember the tree at the park
i remember the rocks
i remember the special part of the beach
i remember the dark alley way
i remember my balcony
i remember my room
i remember the garden



these brown eyes have seen alot. but it's time for me to grow up.
whatever more i need to do.