All's not what it seems like it's on the surface...

This weekend, I managed to get myself dead drunk... so drunk that I can't even walk, so drunk that I just wanna sleep by the roadside, so drunk that I never seem too be able to finish puking and so drunk that my head was perpetually splitting into half.

I didn't plan on getting drunk when I was on my way to meet those alcoholic friends of mine. I don't know what got over me... I thought I was fine, I thought it didn't matter. Nostalgic swept over me, without any warning, just like that.

Really, at times like this, you can clearly see who are those who really care about you.

My ex called my place in e afternoon and gram told him I was sleeping. Without a second thought, he rushed to my place, thinking I was sick.

When I woke up, I saw him sitting by my bed... I was shocked & at the same time pleasantly surprised.

After I finally recovered from my hangover many hours later, he brought me to Geylang for my favourite porridge.

It was nice, talking like normal friends again, going out, eating and not feeling any pressure.

I always thought he didn't really care about us... I guess I was wrong to assume...

Maybe one day, we might be able to recover the feelings we somehow lost along the way and start all over again?

Who knows what the future holds... I don't, you don't, nobody does... But at least, we live with hope... and hope for things greater and better is what strives people to go on...

It's what makes life worth living...