Ok Back.

Bah. My parent's were shittin' me again.

"So, we are going for lunch with Grandma?"

"Yep."

"Nothing else after that?"

"Yes."

"Sure?"

"Yes! *gives the "what an irritating child" look*"

Later on in the lift to the void deck...

"Here, hold this."

"Chocolates? For Grandma?"

"No. We're going to your aunt's house after that."

....

So, I came home at 7. diaoz. Who heard of a 7 hour "lunch"?
If you noticed, I have a new skin.

It's a new year. Like I told Kwek, it's a new chance, a new start, a new day. Like the double-headed eagle, one must look to his past with fond memories and to his future with bright ambition and drive. I guess my life... all our lives are like that. We are young and strong, we have bright futures. But when the time has come for us to stop running ahead, we take a rest and look around at the wonders that we missed while only focusing on running. There is a time to slow down, there is a time to run. Now, it is our turn. The baton has been passed to us. We run,

What the hell was I talking about just now? o.O

Anyway, the new skin is a sort of symbol for the new year. (I hated the previous skin anyway) and with this skin, this blog shall change. No longer the idiotic posts of before, no longer the other stuff that I used to do. With this new year, this blog will be more mature, more thoughtful, but yet more intimate, as blogs should be.

Bloody hell what am I writing? I'm getting influenced by to much Lit stuff.

OKOK I'll just sum up my thoughts and reflections on the previous year.

Since my blog started a few months ago, I've grown more attached to blogging. Blogging has become closer to me, leaving me to think through my love life, helping me through the exams, understanding other people through their blogs, and of course reminding me of what I have instead of what I don't.

Blogging to me is not just a public diary. It is the proverbial, virtual mirror that allows you to go back and laugh at your childish rants the day after you write them. It allows a realisation of previous attitude problems and continual self-improvement. Perhaps blogs are more of a old-picture album. Looking at the yellowed sepia pictures of life's ups and downs, you smile with fond memories, and sometimes, embarrassed grins. That, I feel, is blogging.

funlikehorfun has represented what I feel teenage years should be. I'm not going to be that emo freaks that most youngsters are-there are better things to do with our "golden" years. Teenage years are all about finding an identity, making friends, carving niches, exploring and expanding your world, while having random and nonsensical fun. Like Hor fun.

Only two major events has happened since I opened up my blog. The first is of me confessing to my crush, and the second is now- the transitional phase from 2M into a whole new class, 3M.

Number 1.

Well, her name will be protected for HER privacy. I've liked her for years now. Being from my church, we pretty much grew up together. I like to think that we were once childhood good friends, but whatever it is we kinda drifted away when I was p6.

I guess that's when I started having a crush on her. Pretty stupid though. For a long time I could only think about her. I even did chinups by the alphabet of her name. -.-" Ya I know la.. dumb right? Anyway, one day for some reason I just woke up and realised that "I just don't love you no more... rain outside my window pouring down.."

Craig David's Don't love you no more, btw. So, that's when I actually had the guts to tell her since there was nothing to lose. Ended up, there was no mutual feelings. But I didn't feel bad, because most of my feelings for her had gone, leaving only a desire to be friends once again.

I guess that I fell for the first cute girl I saw with a nice personality, and mistook love for a mix of infatuation and admiration. Whatever it is, we ended up without feeling awkward or anything and I suffered no emotional trauma. I think that's a property boys who go through "thru-trains" of boys schools exhibit: A higher chance to be despo in Secondary School.

And with that, the episode ended without any bumps in the road.

Number 2: Splitting of classes.

Seriously, 1-2M has been like the funnest, most bonded classes I ever had. If I had a choice I'll be with this class for the rest of my Secondary school life.

But then again all the cheem crap I said earlier about not looking back would be void and you'll beat me up for being hypocritical. So, despite not wanting to, I know that it's a new year and I should be looking forward to spending my next two years with my soon-to-be close friends. I seriously doubt that anyone can take the place of 2M in my heart in this few years, though.

So, anyway, it's the new year. My TV show is on, so byes for now.

Just so you remember: A Happy New Year requires you to make it so.