Broken Glasses Lay Across The Sand Of The Sunny Island's Coast, Reminding Us That Though It Is A New Year, It Is Only Happy For Selfish Reasons.

have we all lost all ability to think through things reasonably?

i stand back now, back up against the wall, start thinking to myself. what do we mean by happy new year? what is so happy? it seems like as the each year gets more complex and gets more screwed up. more innocent people fall prey to merciless attacks by fear-driving men who seek for some 'patriotic' or 'religious' reason. fireworks - fire in the sky. wasn't that one of the plagues or something. people celebrating about blasts of fire. hm, let's switch to another part of the world. blasts of fire in the sky - a mother would look up and hold her two sons and daugther closer to her in a huddle while her eyes start to tear up in fear, remembering of the time she lost her husband when he was on the way to market and would have made it back home in an hour had it not been for that car bomb.

yesterday met up with rovers to go for countdown at palawan beach, sentosa. bbq-ed for a while. bbq never felt so boring i dunno why. hm...got told to stop bbq-ing by the beach patrol. but we just carried on after that anyway. then we did the countdown and threw each other in the sea. then looking at how we rovers did it, other people followed us and threw their own friends into the sea. then we played other games. then played drinking games. had to think of her for a while before being bored into falling asleep by no talking-cock session. then went back home.

hm, thinking of her again. have i had enough of my insecured thoughts. maybe i should be like last time, just to modify certain parts here and there. i'm gonna do it. hm, i'm gonna do it slow and steady. i'm gonna tell her, by this week or something. and if it's awkward, i'll just live with it.

have a new year that you would feel satisfied with, ladies and gentleman. to my ventures, let's have more outings in the future. to my rovers, i've got something to say. and it could be either best thing or worst thing to do at the start of the new year. or maybe i'll say it after my annual camp. to my scouts, enjoy your brothers now. you can never underestimate the power of having such bonds. to my friends, i'm still gonna be pang seh-ing...but not as much. to her...let's get together.

Culda

P.S. Rovers.