I was just thinking of what my pretty facilitator said yesterday. She shared with us her failed relationship and how she managed to pull through. I thought it was quite honest and sincere, since normally people wouldnt share this kind of things to any random person. More importantly, she described life as consisting of many doors, adapted from the saying "when one door closes, another opens". I suppose its quite a nice way to put it, like opening new doors and gaining new experiences. Although it sounds quite cliche, I found it somehow.. thought-provoking. Right now, I dont see many doors and havent opened many either, since up to now its been humdrum and mundane. Then she added by saying "I dont know if that door will open again, although you know, there are some other doors, slightly ajar, dont want to open.." Lol.

A social life. Ive been thinking about it. I regret some of my past actions. Like how I didnt want to go out with the "naughtier" bunch of my previous class. I had held prejudice against the DSA group, that I shouldnt get involved with them. Although they are seemingly lazy and annoying, some of them are really quite nice and socialable. They may have their flaws, but who doesnt? This seems to be getting out of point. Anyway, I wonder when does one really start having a social life. Primary school? Secondary? JC? Maybe adulthood? Im still trying to find mine. How to, that I dont know.

The flower,
a symbol of beauty and elegance.
Under the care of the garderner,
amongst her faithful companions,
she grows,
she blossoms.
Amid the relentless rain,
she struggles to move on.
But finally, she withers,
returning to the soil she once was,
she becomes forgotten.