It's always good to end the semester with a bang. Well, I did it. My first semester of my postgrad is over. Now, I just have to shoulder through exams. In any case, we had a preview of the upcoming celebrations by the time-honored tradition of having drinks on the last day of the sem.

Friday night started out with a birthday dinner treat by Chuan at Pepper Chilli. The food was excellent and Chuan was extremely generous; lobster noodles, abalone hotpot, peking duck, wasabi beef, etc. It was a good feast. I was supposed to go to Poly after that but I had other stuff to do.

Jac, Noel, Shuan, Gene, Me, Chuan (The birthday boy) and Waiying.


I also had drinks with Janice at Manchuria where we had the best bartender ever. Keegan introduced us to the absolute best in drinks! And he was friendly too!!! I know alcohol doesn't solve problems but sometimes, it gives you the dutch courage to do what you have to do.

And the day drew to a close on a more solemnnote but I think, at the end of the day, losing precious sleep on the last day of uni is nothing compared to stepping up and dealing with the problems in front of you. Eventhough I felt that I was hurting my own self in doing it, you have to be cruel to be kind; not just being cruel to the person you are trying to help out but being cruel to yourself as well. To say I'm not gutted to have to say what I did would make me a liar.

In other circumstances and in another time, I think it could have ended with a happy ending. Not that I wasn't tempted. At this point in my life, I was so tempted to take the easy road out but I know it's not the right thing. And I was never one to compromise on something so important.

So, I guess, to you...

I just hope that you really do find the courage to do what you know is right and you'd understand why I have to distance myself from you for now. I need you to stand on your own two feet. I can't coddle you forever, eventhough it's second nature for me to do so.

But things aren't all bad. I accompanied Janice to the carwash today and after, we swung by the city for lunch and to pick up Brian's present. I must say that I'm quite pleased with the choice. Let's just hope no one becomes a copycat and buys the same thing. In any case, I picked myself up something along the way as well. I've been dying to get my own set and now I have. I'm $225 out (and I'm not exactly flush now) but I'm the proud owner of my own set of Frank Miller's SIN CITY. (yeah, baby!)

It cost me a pretty penny but it's soooooooo worth it!

Oh, and on ending note, WELCOME HOME, ERIC! You've been missed. :)