I miss people.
I miss being liberated.
I miss many many people.
There is a list of people whom i want to go out with, but i cant.
I feel indebted to go out with them, not so much that i owe it to them, but i owe it more to myself.

There is a list of places i want to go, and the most desperate of them all is Biennale.
I miss airport. I've been going there on so many weekends, and now i dont really go.

I miss hanging out with my clique (In school), all of us are separated by PW.
Even if i sit beside Wayne and Khong Sheng during Chinese, we largely remain silent as we scribble on furiously.

I miss Frisbee.

I miss you, the reader. (I will look at your face before i verify this statement again)

I miss God most of all.