people always leave.

i hated my job and so everyday i looked forward to 5.30 so that i could go home.

now i still hate my job, but i dont look forward to going home anymore, since its equally torturous at home, or even more.

i used to love my evenings at home, since i could eat dinner with you and go to your room and complain to you about my job or just simply talk to you about anything. i missed it when you went to my room to ask me this and that. i missed it when you went to my room to play with Bong and Sa and the rest. i missed it when you went to my room just to irritate me. what went wrong?

i used to wait eagerly for my chinese lessons to be over so that i would home fast and eat fast and shower fast and then spend hours with june. i missed it when i could tell you about the irritating guy at work who disturbed me all the time. i missed it when i could antagonise you with my lousy chinese sentences which, according to you, were always said in the english way. i missed it when i could whine to you about random stuff with the act-cute voice. what happened?

people always leave, dont they?


i miss you and you.