After so many years since I stepped into a club, I finally convinced my friends to go bring me to one. Stepping in into one reminded me why it has been years since I've ever stepped into one: It's just not for me. `I guess I'm kinda uptight and all. A couple of hours in and I decided to go with the flow. Felt a whole lot better after all that.

It was interesting really to notice the crowd. From the haircut, I could tell that the boys are all probably still serving National Service with the highest rank being a cadet. The girls on the other hand are quite something. It was quite dark with light strobes running all over the place so I couldn't really tell about the girls except when we were suddenly surrounded by them.

I can tell I won't be going there anytime soon unless 1) I am dragged into going or 2) There's an event which I have to attend. Loud music is for me to listen when I'm on the road. Last I ever had strobe lights were meant to confuse me so that my shots would be off target. And hmm..I'm just plain uptight.

I need to loosen up a little. 2 more years till I graduate and the grades are still stagnating where they exactly were when in my first semester. And I thought they were supposed to be gradually increasing.

I guess it's a spillover of whatever happened the previous semester. Time heals all wounds is simply rubbish. If anything, it can only make you forget. Other than that, the wound is still there, just no visible enough for us to take much notice of it. But we all manage. But is that really the best that we can do?

For me, I choose to reinvent myself. After all, if I let others plan my life, there's really going to be nothing much going on since they have got nothing much planned for me. I suppose that's why I wanted to go clubbing last night. See if that would suit the "new" me. After all, after 10 years of playing rugby and mix and mash of several martial arts, it is time for me to slacken a little bit and enjoy life's parties.

However, clubbing isn't really for me after all. I guess, I'm going to stick with the chillaxing kind of fun? I still want to drive/bike around the world. Though with restricted finances, it'll probably around Asia at most for now. But in a couple of months time, I'm thinking of taking the train up north and see where the train ride takes me. And no, I am not talking about going to Hogwarts or taking the MRT. That sure does ought to be something.

To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing