He ponder. Yesteryear was hard and complicated but he smiles whenever he opened that book. Feeling soo ever grown-up. He could take care of himslef...even more than that. Indeed, he was truely sucked into the materialistic world as Fred Perry was his excuse for hard labour.

He ponder. The present being is much better...much much better. Now, his life revolves around the knowledge-place and its package. Yet as he strays away from yesteryear's main chapter, he struggles. He can't happily flashed out his blue magic card and feels empty about it. He can't just simply treat people and feels very happy that he shares. He can't just can't walk past by something and says, "i'll take that and go". Truthfully said, he can't list down the 'wants' list on a piece of paper for every middle of the month.

He misses the time when he can afford for self indulgance.

No, forgive him. Yes, a nod to all those cliche-love is the real happiness. Uhuh...