My Sadness

I still remember the days of strolling along the Los Angeles streets. The weather was cold but we would still walk to the nearby Farmer's Market which was a local super market in Anaheim. There were very little people along the streets and time just seems to stood still for us. It was the serenity and freedom that left such a lasting impression in my mind. Sadly, I had already moved so far away from this and it seems that this is the thought i have been clinging on for so long whenever I need an escape from my monotonous and dreadful life. Alast, this thought seems so far away that its like a dream in contrast to the reality. When could I feel the same way again? Everyone can only live once, why am I still wasting all these precious moment?

Sick of feeling Sick

I'm sick again today. Taking MC for a couple of times can be quite re-charging. But when you had to take countless MC, its both mentally and physically straining. When that happens, you start to analyse what has gone wrong?