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I'm telling myself that if I ever go up to the ship again someday I wanna make sure I'll have a fulfulling journey. The kind which I'll bravely face and put up with the storms. The kind which I'll witness how it moves day-to-day with so much passion and intrigue. The kind which I will vow to never be afraid to exude sincere happiness and joy and to always give my fullest. To give, because giving is such a beautiful, self-fulfilling gesture one can ever perform. The kind where in times of wreck, I will always fight for that ship and although it's an easier task to let go and just drown, I'll muster enough energy and courage to survive and hold on to that ship. The kind that no matter how others see it, I will only see beauty and love, and nothing bad can tarnish it. The kind with lifelong learning experiences and where I learn the most from. And most important of all, the kind which I learn to never look back with regrets and embrace all challenges ahead.

Because I believe you can learn and you also have another chance to give it a go. You and your renewed self.
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I've been having way too much fun this week (woohoo!).
And I hate to say that it's the recess week and it only means that it's time to study. Should eliminate all distractions and laziness. At this rate, tough task no?

On a happier note, I hope everyone's enjoying the long CNY break. Happy Chinese New Year to whoever's celebrating the new Tiger year!

To Alvin's tomorrow! :)
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