I miss the times when she warms up leftovers for me. I miss bringing food over and having her say don bring anymore over each and every time. I haven eaten another goring pisang after the last one he gave me.

Yet we just do not treasure the things we have.

They didn know the feelings i held for a time too long.

I didn know that that would be the last time i will see them.

Yet they will think i was the one who let you down. Just like the rest of the world.

I hate China. And now, the area called guang zhuo hates me too.