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really not use to the new login format... not use to my new skin... not use to anything... somehow...i prefer the good old days when things are simplier... i miss the time when i use to be in secondary school... when mun hong and douglas and i would hang out after school and do stupid things like playing badminton from one side of the courtyard to the other, playing tabble tennis with our palm... making fun of everything we see and do... when we tease felix wif chee beng and play risk in st john room... when we all gather in our room early in the morning to take our textbook coz we are lazy to bring it home... i miss the time when i first started work... when the seniors are there and i'm a junior... when all i need to do is host, serve drinks and make drinks... when the managers sit down and play games like pig pile, risk, st petersberg with us... when we really end by 2.00am and no delays... when i no need to be the one responsible for the door, the food order, the operations and wad not... i miss the time when i first knew a lot of my friends... when i had the time to spend with them... and to talk to them and to share everything with them... and to hear them call me... talk to me... and wanna know how things are with me... when all we talk about brings laughter and memories... i miss the time when we were first together... when you always wanna hold my hand... when u are excited by the sight of me... when we always wanna be together despite our tiredness... when we spend on each other so abundantly... i miss the time when i'm younger... when my mum is around... and whenever i cry... she will pat me lightly on my back and assure me that everything is alright and that there is nothing to be afraid of... i miss the good old days... as time progress... friends drifted apart... memories faded... everything seem to want a share of ur time... misunderstanding arose and relationships torn apart... pple change... i change... in tis age and in tis time... even i become lost in my own world... how many of you know the real me... who and wad i really am and wan... They always said I was a strong child. They praised me, saying "you must be strong, not to cry." The more people said things like that, the more even laughing became agony. I didn't want those words at all. So I pretended not to understand. . in the darkest moments when i'm all alone my thoughts run wild, my feelings run free tears flow like waterfall as nobody takes notice till in denial when i tell myself it's fine, it's ok, there's nothing to worry delusions comforts, assuring and soothing me . Who says that men must be happy. As if happiness is a choice. The sky is so dark, it seems it wouldn't be bright again. It doesn't matter, then, if there is a tomorrow. . Stanley Huang Li Xing - Ni Shen Bian
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