Bright and sunny right outside now, the wind kisses the trees and it sways gracefully.
Everything seems so peacefully and somewhat contented.
But it feels like the thunderstorm in Bintan to me, cold, tired and upset. Those trees were swaying violently and vigorously, like in a rage.
But being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect, it just mean you've decided to live life; despite its imperfections.

Best friends: the ones that you can get mad at for only an hour because you have important stuff to tell them.
I need my best friend now.