First Saturday of the year 2012. Staying home for more than half a day. And my day is just barely passing by... with nothing but food. This is why staying at home makes you fat. Other than that,It's just fine. I miss days where all my friends are never tied down with work or commitments at all. Days like this will never come back. I'm really glad and thankful for the friends that's still here. For those that's gone,I hope you're living great.
Sometimes,It's just pretty upset to know that friends you used to hang out with forgotten who you are and just pretend we didn't see each other when we walked passed. Isn't it sad to admit the truth when all you wished was just a lie?
