The skies will always be grey. The sun is just pale in comparison.

Everyday, something interesting will happen. But sometimes I just don't see the need to pen it down.

Days of clubbing, sickness, mugging and slacking. Some segments of it are definitely worth remembering and reminiscing about. Some of them left engraved impressions in my heart.

At last, something worth remembering!

But albeit there're moments as mentioned, we don't forget disappointments, anger, some negative cognitions and the whats-not.

Sometimes, I miss the mugging days. There is a focus, at the very least.

Not like the emptiness and voidness that crept behind my back after the examinations. An empty mind is the devil's playground.

But, being sick makes me feel like a bum.

The skies have been grey and sunny intermittently.

I guess, that applies to all humanity as well.