I find that I am most productive at the weirdest hours of the night, as bad as it is for my health I can't help but enjoy the peace and tranquility it offers. Be it writing or playing music, my brain activity is at its peak at some might say at the wrong time. 

Anita "Imi" Ong, keeping me in check of reality. She makes me realise the thin line between going too far and having fun. She makes me feel like a 10 year old kid all over again. She calms me down without the use of words, with expressions and feelings which melts the coldest of hearts. Mellow, is she at the right times. She knows what to do when, she knows who I want to see where. She's good. Too damn good. She gives me ideas, dreams and the thing is she keeps it real for me. She's known me the longest, as I too, have known her the longest(Besides the obvious). 

Unfortunately, she isn't her former carefree self lately. She won't say anything to me. She usually keeps me guessing what's new and all, but she's tired I guess. Always giving me wild and crazy ideas here and there, making everyone laugh. I hope she hasn't decide to "grow up" and change, I never want her to. She has made me who I am today, and I can never be the same person without her. She's my placebo.

Way past midnight, way past anybody's bed-time. She should be calling any time soon.