As I pack my room, I'm looking through all the old stuff which I've kept. Those birthday cards, pictures, letters, presents... Reading and looking at them really brings back happy memories. I guess this is what you would call nostalgia.

Now we're all growing up. I'm enlisting into army in less than 2 weeks. Everyone's moving and changing. Don't be mistaken. I'm not sad that we're growing up. Ah just that when I look back, I realise how blessed I am and all the wonderful people I've met.

I'm really thankful for everything and for all my friends. I feel really really really blessed.

My friends are so awesome, and I can't to share with the world how awesome my friends are =D