I open my mouth and I say this again.

I miss my secondary school mates. I know it's no point writing it here in my blog.

There wasn't much politics when I was 16.

There wasn't much backstabbing.

There wasn't so much stress.

There wasn't so much hate, nor so much love.

I miss the crazy times.

I can't believe I let it all go.

I can't believe I went to the east thinking I'll have a new life to meet with a reprise of my old life.

Harder, stronger;

Yes, hello to that left-out feeling again.

Year after year, time after time.

I love Christmas because everyone around me is happy.

While I wallow in self-pity.

I hate this!

Oh only food can cheer me up. Cos it's lunch time.

Did I mention I woke up not long ago?