“It's all about you.”

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Heh, 2 more weeks to the holidays.

I would predict that this week would be the 2nd hell.

Got so many projects and homework due dates. Plus an Air Pistol competition coming up on Thursday. Meaning missing out on half a day of work. Plus, I am not a very good student.

Perhaps it's just my life. I can't seem to make the best out of anything that is beyond my limits. I can only do this much, but it's impossible to go any further.

I seriously need some tuition during the holidays. Anyone care to help?

Alright, so Kevin finally knows my secret after a long, long time. (Angel Mortal game in Air Rifle)

Haha. Was fun though.

Then again, I came to realise how many close friends I have in VJC.

To the end of IP, or even to the end of time, these memories would never wash away.

Had a weird conversation with Kevin and Jun Han during lunch.

Talked about what would happen after we die.

It might sound really stupid, but have we ever gave a hoot about life after death?

Do you wish to live your present life again?

For me, I would. The only problem would be whether you are entitled to have such a life again.

Labels: close friends, life after death

Alright, I shifted to the new Blogger at last. Though I don't see a reason to.

Got an invitation by Priscilla to move to her new home for some get-together party. Sounded fun, so I went. Moved in through the main gate of private apartment and took 2 wrong turnings and a wrong building entrance. Managed to find her unit in the end.

So the peeps were there. I wasn't surprised to see people like Rhoda and Jillian and Thomas and Kenny there. Of course, they were the best of friends with a person such as Priscilla. Moved off to play a couple of rounds of cards before more people started to pile up in her new apartment. So we moved off to Priscilla's room to start on mahjong. Every now and then, a different person would pop up and take a peek in the room, perhaps to check on how we are doing. People such as Priscilla's parents, relatives and schoolmates such as Kevin and Jourdan.

Then Priscilla's mum moved in and gave all of us a red packet each. I was stunned. A parent of my good friend, giving me a red packet? She then elaborated that the money inside should be used as capital for gambling such as Blackjack and stuff like that. I was stunned even further.

I am sorry, but I would never use money from a good friend of mine to gamble. So I returned what I took to the red packet pile near the dining table. It just doesn't feel right. I would only end up feeling even worse about myself if I were to carry on with what I should do with those money.

My apologies to Priscilla and her mum if I showed any signs of disrespect by refusing to play along with the others. It's just.......not right. I am sorry.

Labels: apology, celebration, friends

So it has been one week since I last blogged.

Life. Work. Time. They don't matter to me much anymore.

Living in this world had been one nightmare out of a dream.

Right now, so many precious memories go back and forth.

Thinking about the years since I joined the VIP.

Looking back at the months we shared together.

Celebrating at the hours of glory we achieved.

Cherishing the minutes spent to work together.

Embracing the seconds in which you are a friend of mine.

It has been one rough ride, but I know I have pulled this through, because I can just see your faces by the shore, desperately trying to pull me out of the dangerous waters.

I am home.

Secrecy.

One of the last few things I wish to hold up inside.

It's been quite a while since I kept a secret. Quite a while. Because I try to be as open as I can.

Wouldn't be different today though.

I tried to keep up with as much work as I can nowadays, with the increasing workload and my noisy pet birds twittering away like crazy while I am struggling to do my homework.

But then again, with or without the stress or the noise, one thing wells up inside.

Whatever I do right now, does it pay off? Is it worth doing all this?