ergh.ergh.ergh.ergh.

thank you but i had the shit-tiest night ever.

sorry has been so often used nowadays that it

doesnt hold that much of a significance anymore.

my fault? his fault? her fault? your fault? their fault? our fault?

who cares.

who cares.

who cares.

who cares.

walk away

walking away

walked away

bukit caldecott felt like a calling.

well let the passion speaks for itself.

the guardian of the living legacy, the beauty of the language itself.

wasnt that what i had in mind 2 years back.

remember adam khoo?

he made us write a letter to ourselves and read it everytime we feel down.

and ..i dont know where i'd placed my letter..and im afraid to go search for it, because searching for it gives me a greater reason to actually read it when found.

and i dont wish to read what i had written back then,

it will be a sucha letdown to know how much hopes i had back then.

and i was only 16.

but i remembered writing down on pen and paper a note to myself, the advantage i had was i knew what i wanted in life, a goal a destiny.

HAH. and i think ive lost it.

how i could i be more mature 2 years back handling stuffs like how they were supposed to be and looking at a situation in different angles.

and camp is going to be fabulous.

insya-allah.