Coffeeholic's Hour

Let's say there is only one thing I wanna go back to my high school, besides studying hard and running hard to represent the school, is that I wanted to be in a relationship. A funny guy who knew how to sweep my feet off and liked me at the same time. We might not be able to learn about love at that time though. But at least we would be very creative to impress each other - compete for being the most romantic partner, giving the best of the best just to make one laugh. It becomes so rare and leads me to think that it only happens in high school.

I always get asked of what would I be doing after work. Sleep no later than 9pm. Like seriously, I can't afford to lose my healthy skin to nightlife. Well, maybe not for this month. But I think I'm lucky enough to sleep without getting awaken by dreams in the middle of the night. Good, heavy sleeper. Glad insomnia rarely visit, like, never in years already. At the same time of revealing my after-work activity, it's very easily attracting a predictable doubt like, "Man, so no life meh?" or some regular feedback on getting a life after working hours. But frankly, do I really need nighttime activity to prove the fact that I am conspicuously living a life and leading a normal lifestyle? My living just can't afford to have your vision on it and your value for life doesn't really equivalent to mine; and living under the shadow of everyone else is simply losing a living entity I have so much respect for. Or the all-time-favourite example of living a popular life