Retrospective Introspection...

Without the people that are around me today, I'd feel as though I was back in DHS. The inadequacy, the sense of non-conformity and the sheer feeling of helplessness. I sought refuge in the shell that I put up around me, allowing only the select few to see the real me. THE FEW.

I've cherished them for the times that we had, the shitty things that they've gone through, and the inevitable PSK period that most went through. And is it any surprise that they're still my bros? The best buddies one could ever ask for. To depend on. I'd be a radically different person without them. Sounds gay enough?

And then along came the rest of my class. Bubbly Estee, the 正气 Siming, the ever-effervescent Eugene, lil' boycrazy Sharon, I-wanna-go-home Boxer and I-wanna-pinch-your-cheeks Xtine... It was an enjoyable experience being in (mostly) similar classes with all of you. The wanton-mee outings at IOI Plaza, sharing the indignance at a particularly disruptive member of the class... Sadly, the gods in the registrar's office muddled their heads in assigning classes, and thus, come next term, the fellowship of the wanton is no more. To all the wonderful people that have graced my SMU experience so far, and that includes all those on my bloglinks, 一切很好，只因有你（们）。。。

And then, there is the case of the SHE. Thank YOU for standing by me all these time, and I beseech YOUR patience. All that I'm doing is for our future together. BABY, thank YOU for loving me.