So, who's your worst enemy?

Went for lunch with a bro. He said,

"When the enemy you meet, is yourself, you're FUCKED".

I guess it's very true as on the 31st of May, approximately 8.30pm. I met my very own 18-yea-old-self. Oh well, I shall be strong and not let him haunt me for long.

Anyway, it's nice to have someone you can talk to at lunch rather than colleagues who just keeps on talking about work and tell you what a "foholding" agent is.

And of course, I've been sentimental over the past few days. And if you're my friend. Please accept my jiwangness. Thanks!