Besides my college friends out there, I wonder just how many of you guys ever wonder what friends I have in collge. Well, below is a picture of 3 of my crazy friends and of course; the girl is my Best of Friends! She's my girl. The guy in Yellow is Edward and the one right in front of the camera is Max. Oh yea, the cute girl with the toungue out is Joyce. Practically, the four of us are glued together. I can't seem to find a way to describe it but then when you finally get your own click of friends, it's just there.

I cannot bring myself to forget how important academic results are. I used to think that studying was very easy simply because up to form 3 (grade 9), I was always given multiple choice questions. Somewhat to a certain extent, every single question still stands a potential of contributing marks to the exam. But then, when I stepped to my 10th grade, to my horror, for the first time in my life I experience the fear of failing a paper. I used to be egoistic, with arrogance looming in my head that there just isn't any possibility for me to fail; till then. The examination format suddenly took a turn to emphasize more on the written part than the multiple choice section.
 Here in college, I adopt the arrrogance again in my first year simply because it was just too easy to pass. But by adopting it, I didn't really showed it out. It just stayed in my head swelling it. I was just simply betting on an "A" or a "B" even though many of my friends were praying hard that they pass their papers. I managed to cruise through my first year of diploma maintaining my CGPA above 3.5 which was a distinction. Life just seems like a bed of roses without the thorns. It was just too simple for me.
 But then, today, a phone call from my mom has again changed my perspective. Not that I changed my aim from aiming "A"s to pass but more of how I should see myself. There is really no need for arrogance even though you know very well, you're always around the ball park of an "A". Well, I believe that my arrogance has caught up with me again and thus my results this time was simply warning me to be more humble. Although you never see me in my arrogance, it doesn't mean it isn't there. When a person becomes arrogant, he tends to get overconfident. Well, that happens to me many times in my life. Sometimes I wonder, if my overconfidence hit me so many times in the face, why can't just get it in my head!
 My CGPA dropped from 3.61 to 3.3 for my last semester results. Shocking? Well it is to me. I never expected such results. Many of my friends tell me not to look at my past but rather look in front as the past is already gone and there is nothing I can do about it. I choose to differ. Although the pass is already gone but then again, I don't want to leave it just as a scar in my life. If it were to be like that, there will be too many scars in my life. I find that it is from this bitter past that we can use to improve our future. Sometimes we keep making the same mistake simply because we haven't learnt our mistakes yet.
 I am making it a point to make this mistake my last of it's kind. What my grandfather told my father, which in turn told me, "Your intelligence will betray you" is very true-if you let it! Intelligence might bring you far in the beginning, but without perserverance, it will let you down at the finishing line. So Lord, help me to be humble!

Life,
Is it just too short for us?
Too short for us to
enjoy, meet more people,
realize our mistakes, learn more things,
touch people's lifes, achive something,
too short for us to
learn to love, learn to be loved
or even to learn the meaning of love.
Is it the substance of time,
that is holding life short;
or could it be some other reasons
unknown to us...

I have pondered over this questions for a long time;
an answer I seek for long,
for long the answer I seek in vain.

But then, I have come to this conclusion,
a conclusion of how I view life.
I see life as someting fragile,
I see life as an opportunity to
make the best whatever we have with us.
I see life as something to be treasured dearly,
because life is limited here on earth,
I see live as live itself to be enjoyed with loved ones.

Today, my granuncle just passed away. To be exact; it was just 10 minutes ago. I wrote this poem just last week. It wasn't meant for this; I just felt like writting this poem. Isn't it just how ironic? A birth brings so much joy to most people, and death brings much sorrow to many too. I was thinking, if you could reverse what had been done, what changes would you make. I wouldn't. I wouldn't change a bit of reality even if you gave me the chance. What is done, is done. When the person is dead, only God can ressurect him.  He was a man that puts his family first in all. He would do anything to avoid troubling his son, daughters and his wife. Which is why, he is no more here on earth today. He refused to tell his family the pain he was going through, until it was all too late. My granduncle was more than just a granduncle. In fact, what he did for me was even more than what my own grandfather did for me. He was always encouraging me in my studies, always behind the scene, supporting me.Hell, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him. His funeral would be on Tuesday. He is one man, I'll always respect, look up to, remember, and love. If you ask me how many rifle salutes I would give to him as a sign of respect, I would say; save it. Your rifle salutes aren't worth the respect due to him. Although he isn't here anymore physically and spiritually, he still exist in my heart and memories. I'll always remember him. I never regretted at all because, I have learnt to treasure him a long time ago. To those people out there, treasure your loved ones. Even if they're old and weak, all the more, you should treasure them. To my granduncle, I have faith you're in heaven right now. Enjoy yourself there.

For your information, the words are in blue as a sign of respect for my grandfather. In my family tradition, the grandchildren and grand nephew/nieces wears blue.

It seem like I always write my blog during midnights when most "kids" (I'm not supposed to be classified as a kid anymore. It'a supposed to be teenager but thena gain, I'm outgrowing teen age) will most likely be in bed dreading their day of school tomorrow and wishing that is was Sunday.Gosh!! I just realized I spent almost my entire day playing Yahoo Pool!!! I didn't really realize that until just now. Hmm... at first, my ratings were like 1400, then it fell to as low as 1140. Now I am at 1314. Yeap rising again. It's a yoyo but then, at least I still get to climb don't I? I hope to be one of the top with maybe ratings like 1600. But then again, it might take almost forever. Pool is a nice game; a smaller version of billiard. But there is one thing I must caution you; it is extremely addictive! Not to me at least. I can log in now, log off to get some chores done, then log in again. But everytime I log in, somehow, there will be some people who never seems to log off at all. Hmm...either they are just too addicted to the game or they just have nothing better to do in their holidays just like me. Well, actually I find that almost every game, there is a certain level of addiction that varies from an individual to another. For example: when I was still in high school (secondary school) my group of friends were like crazy over football and basketball; the preference was for basketball though cause there's no mud involved. So every time there's a boring subject or a relieve teacher, we'll definitely be found in the court (no the ones with the juries; the one with the 2 nets on each ends). Another example is this: My floormates which of course includes Eugene TWJ, are so to say hooked on Warcraft. Even when there's a test nearby, you might find us on warcraft, that is if there is a spare computer and players which are not too good till they kick our arse! Well this example shows an addiction that is not too bad. So, I rest my case; YAHOO POOL ROCKS!!