Since I don't have a gift so I'm dedicating this post for Siti Nurul Atirah Bte. Hj. Mohd from Brunei Darussalam. A great person, a listener, an open minded girl and most of all an important person to me. I remember meeting here back during my high school dancing days. She was just some girl in the group, but then all of us started to get to know her better, thus striking out the "strangers" title with each other. Although, 2009 proved to make our friendship to a higher level, she became... a sister, someone I would share things and never be afraid to open up. We both had our own issues, so we'd always share them over dinner and talk for hours or so... Those were the days, but we promised we'd do it again when I get back. I don't have to tell you all how great she is, but take my word for it, she's great. Amazing. You should meet her, and please don't judge her by the way she looks, cause she's more than that, much much more. :) Well, I owe her a good present, so Tee, just consider this a pre-gift heh~ Have a great one, I'm sure you'll have an awesome day!!! Bye... Godbless you, Tee...

The world was once green
Then it faded in the sunrise
Now we too face the sun.
But the truth is
We are all just as green as we once were

Because green are the secrets on your tongue
And a whisper between friends
Green is the colour your eyes bled while we lay on the ocean
And the echo of a ripple etched onto your wall
Green is the knife that stabbed into flesh on a dew skidded morning
Green is when the sun finally cleared the mountain after hours of waiting.
And we found we were only deeper in shadow

Green is like blue only not
With a hint of yellow
It is the fingerprint of the dead pressed to our cheek
And the morning when I wake to find myself alone
Green are the chains that hold us down while we fight to turn from the earth
Green is the blood we let slip from between our rancid lips
And the lies we use to shield our eyes
Green is the silence that falls after a child’s cry for help

Green is the smoke that curls up from a dyeing cigarette butt
And the shock the covered your face
Green is the dark hollows under your eyes left from another sleepless night
Your shoes were green when they walked themselves under my messed up bed
And the colour of the whisper that fell from your lips
Green is the dust covering the new way of life
Green is the sky stretching from here to yesterday
Green is the colour of tomorrow
And your eyes as you reach out to meet it

Green by Stormmoon