Be real

Phone vibrated, 6:30am. It's the wake up call. Dragged the body for a wash. Now, listening to James Morrison's, not even giving me those hype modes. More off the moody-old not-me. La mère gave me a recount of her old days about when she was about my age. Those days, everybody appreciate everything they own. Present, nobody does. Imagining their life back then gave me droplets of tears which I hid in my eyes. End. Back to cheery-o-me! To be cheery as before, the ingredients must be added, a big smile/grin, mesmerising eyes, the happy/giddy feeling and a touch of good friends (plus a few jokes). Good gracious, I tried everything. Nothing succeeded. Nevermind, try again.