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Back!

Back from self imposed hiatus. Or rather because I was too lazy.

So many things happened in this short period of time. And I leant alot about myself. And of other things.

1) The number of friends you have is really insignificant.yes, granted that it would be useful to have a wide network of people, you never know when you need their help. But I feel that the quality of friends is what is important. Some are ephemeral, temporal; they flitter in and out of your life.

Others stay with you till the end, stubbornly at your side no matter what happens.

I'm thankful for the stubborn kind who have always been around even when I behave much less than ideally.

2) Sometimes, choices that I make on a whim turns out to be the best choice ever. And choices that I make when I'm informed and very certain turn out to be disappointing.

Touch rugby is an example. I signed up because, well, I cannot really remember why I did it on that faithful day, but I'm glad to say that right up to this point,I never once felt training was a chore and bothersome.

I feel cheated that I was not exposed to this sport earlier.

3) Dedicated people are sexy. And make a good role model.

4) Bad times will pass. They only seem to amplify because sadness is so hard to avoid and ignore.

5) Not everything in life can be or will be fair. But I always feel that dwelling on those unfairness will lead you to nowhere, so might as well move on. Dwelling and lamenting on it cannot really reverse the situation can it? Neither can never ending whines.

6) Wo de tao hua yun ji shi hui lai ne?

7) Merry Christmas y'all

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