Went through all the pictures of VelociT, Sec1 camps, NPAP, School speech day pictures. A nice time to recollect yourself. To remember all the laughter, the innocence in sec1. Those helplessness, up with the high socks, going to sec1 camp, as if going to war. A veteran in the making. The uncomfortable sec1s, now are veterans, Sec4s. We are able to go camping with crumplers now, sleeping without sleeping bags. The good old days. Remembered sec1 camp as a black shirt, that night i sat up looking at stars with some others. Well.. A look over ur shoulders and turning back. Those days are gone.. Cherish them, treasure them. The footsteps behind in the mud are gone, the smell in the shirt fades away. But the memories lingers on.

Just watched P.S I love you. on DVD. A relatively touching film, a very tragic love story. Though i knew the story, i just couldnt help but feel sad. A women loves his husband so much. Hope my wife would love me that much. Just that it would be a perfect story.

Sometimes, everyone would long for a beautiful family, a wife, children and just a cosy family. I have my own now, with my great parents. But someday, i'll need to leave them and i dont think i can live without them. Well..... Time to sleep! Tomorrow is going to be a bright fresh day with a new story! Byes!