The Little Crate

“Did you see him today?” Meen excitedly raised a question, as soon as we sat on our class’ wooden chairs after returning from our break. “Yeah, he’s so cute as usual!” Sheyla said with a broad curve on her mouth, expressive as she had always been. I smiled listening to my friend’s chattering, but didn’t answer. They were talking about the boy from the next class, Daniel, a popular lad among the ladies in our school. He was a guy with an average height, not too tall, not too short. His skin was tan with a nice colour, he always styled his hair in the pompadour like Nick Jonas and most importantly, the sweet smile he often put on made him a heart-throb. “Really? I didn’t get to see him…” said Meen with a pouty look. “Don’t worry, he would pass by our class in a minute.” I finally spoke after listening to them for a while. “How did you know?” Along with her question, Meen raised her right eyebrow upward. “I mean, he normally did. Didn’t you guys notice? Once

I was out on the street when the sun had just rose from its sleep. The various cars lined in front of the entrance signalled there were myriad earlier birds than me. Keenly striding past the gigantic gate, the lush green forest enticing me, dragging my light feet to quickly explore the historic hill on the tarred road. Known as one of the tourist attractions in Taiping, either local dwellers or visitors would not miss their chance to step foot at the famous Bukit Larut . Formerly known as Maxwell Hill, it has been around for over a hundred years but its natural landscape is seemingly frozen in time, the longevous greenies remain healthy, the animals still inhabit somewhere in the thick forest, continuing their lineage from previously deceased ancestors. “The insects which dwell in it are bigger than on the street they casually cross the feet of humans who visit. As the hill has long been found and formed it is undoubtly deemed as the town’s significant heritage….” Th