because the Field is Green;

2 years ago;
Magh and Raje would always run.
I would always sit on the edge of the field.
Or sometimes I would stand. Alone; or with them.

When the sun shine brightly; or sometimes rain pour heavily.
Under the bright blue sky, or the borrowed broken umbrella;

We stood there; witnessing, observing, cheering. Sometimes we even sing.
I always have a thing for him. I mean, for the green field.

Today;
In this cold shivering air-conditioned room; floor is red-carpeted; this very chair is holding my weigh;

and I am all alone with no Magh, no Raja;
There he stood; mumbling things I barely understood.

I could understand, but I chose not to. Because it's a lot of waste of time to listen to that than to indulge in this sweet scent of his perfume.

When Ain screamed because her certain-him viewed her online;
And Hazirah having a bad day for the status on her certain-him's Gtalk;

I got to (almost) talk to my certain-him. Sweet.

I always have a thing; for the god-forbid smell of sweats; and now for the sweet smell of the perfume.

Just when I think this place, sucks; I started to fall in love with him.
I mean, with this place. =)

Ps: Oh, I still have Raja (on the Gtalk) and Magh (on the phone) around. Thanks (to the technology)!