Perhaps of all the blues,
The memory of the two weeks in which I lost everything came.
First I lost the priviledge to drive (cos Dad sold his car),
Then I lost the priviledge to chill in the club (cos Dad sold his membership).
But she told me,
"Don't fret, it's ok, you still have me."
Then she left.
It is strange how people always go against their words once they make a promise.

I'm starting to miss those time I am loved for who I am.
When I could dress in the rattiest clothes,
But I was still loved.
When I had messy and overgrown hair,
But I was still loved.
When I was grouchy, childish and obnoxious,
But I was still very much loved.

Victor Hugo was darn right when he said,
The supreme happiness in life,
is the conviction that we are loved
--- loved for ourselves,
Or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.