When I read my previous journal on my main page, it looked lame, nothing beats outdated information for the lameness.
I'm not really sure what to write either...
mmm. I'm gonna throw a poem:
My Solar System
Living a working life, is being sent to one side of the world, while my friends are on the other side.
It's already about decades living in this planet called LONELY.
Colleagues remains in touch in quarterhead only,
Ex-classmates seems to b living in their planet called BUSY.
I can't wait until I get my own rocket, so that I can visit them.
And may be I'm gonna pay a visit to planet LOVE, an often one.
Gonna compile this complai