It had been a hectic, confusing week! Work, traveling, family…I have been busier than ever. My logical mind was working hard to focus on work but my heart prickled sappiness whenever I think of him. Nonetheless, I had a great time traveling to Kuala Kubu Bharu and Fraser Hill with a couple of friends and spending my holiday bumming around at home with my family. Keeping it all low, it was great to know that I don’t need to be in the crowd to make me feel special. I felt safe being surrounded by familiar faces.
I realized that answers are not easy to come by for me sometimes, so I decided to leave certain matters hushed without a reply. I can't see the point of explaining myself. I shall leave things as it is; unexpected. Life is full of surprises anyway.
And anyhow, last night was great. I was at my best shape after not having the ability to exert more than the bare minimum effort required for any given task. (re: I had fever). Promised my dear best friend to have a quiet dinner at our usual place. Upon waiting, received a surprise phone call from a dear friend whom I haven’t heard in a while. We spoke of traveling and Kuta beach, its good to know that he’s doing wonderful at his end. We were never close I remember, but one thing that strikes me back to nostalgia: he adores my drawing.
I kept thinking about him after he hung up. Not in a romantic way though, just that somehow he evoke my feeling back to my ‘childhood days’. My best friend called up to say that she’s gonna be late for another hour so I decided to head down to an old bookstore nearby. Bought a pen and a sketch book, I sat down at the dinner table doodling up happily. It was so therapeutic! I felt like a kid sinking down in my chair with sketchbook bigger than my face and my palm covered with ink! Felt an extra bit of pride looking at ‘em doodles.
I’m listening to jack Johnson again now, thinking of my dear friend Faiz (who’s a big fan of mr jack himself!), the beaches, my doodles and reminisce my days in college. Faiz, happy birthday dear (my fourth time?), here’s a toast for you, a happy hello to your wife and lots of kisses for your son! Thank you, you remind me of my drawing days again. Cheers!
hurm. I can never draw to save myself.
not even doodling.
people who can draw are born with a special gift of the power to visualise things. I envy them becos I adore their special gift. hehe.
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