The Dream

In his early teen in the midst of Mov village, Phil was just a poor young fellow who not only knows how to catch birds but also knows how the lizards makes sounds during their lunch hour.

Unlike all other childrens, this boy likes fantasy fictions of which he get them from his imagination. Not to forget he stayed in low-lands actually near to ground zero background. Books was his things but where can he get them only pages if he gets luck to pick them from the nearby forests ; being left by those who used Bush as their toilets. He didn't care.

During his mid education, he met a guy who was naturally talented. He was born artistic, Mark. He could by then paint or draw a genuine charcoal silver colour on a piece of paper. He then became a good and side friend of Phill. What a beautiful life and moments they shared for about two and half years nearly eleven and a half months each year they counted being together.

Mark had his story which comes to him being his childhood reality experiences. He went to Shaolin temple to train becoming a warrior, Kungfu. It was such a vivid story he brought to the table and day by day they practically did some of the workouts he partake in this kingdom. The bond became more stronger and their motives became one. Being warriors. They applied for military intake in all possible criteria though they failed on all. What a drain to their hope. Their roads crossed.

Phill became convinced about this long nightmare to make it something worth describing. He joined the karate academy. It never give him much hope as what his desires were. Later he joined what was claimed to be Kungfu. From the view of his friend that what he actually wanted. For three full years he was doing these silly ubsurd drills with his few fellas taking the basics from books and again from imagination.

One day a star fell down. It was the dawn of their dark night. Few guys from Shaolin temple came to their country displaying their massive unrealistic, hard to believe displays. It was a different show ever. Throwing needles through the glass, head to head two people spinning, wow its can't be an earthly thing, but it was in Phill's eyes. Later that day Phill showed much interest and was asked given the opportunity to follow them later the next month to their homeland.

Only whilst he served about a week in the Eastern mountains he communicated with Mark. Mark was overwhelmed and was very happy to see what a dream of a friend becoming reality and the spit something which came down from his heart.

The truth about his journey to Shaolin, was all a lie.