The title of this post speaks for itself. This post will be the 101st post I've posted on my blog since it started operations a donut and a hundred years ago.
I've come a long way since those times. Grown taller. Grown bigger. And hopefully grown much more mature. Main interests may have changed, but old dames shall not be forgotten. Once a cadet, always a cadet. Once a rugger, always a rugger.
There comes a time in life where normal people like us will reflect back on our lives that we've lived and regretted certain things we had done. Although that time is usually reserved to our death beds, I can't help but wonder why people would reflect only when their last breath looms round the corner.
Just turned 18 a few days ago. Well, it wasn't much of a fuss. Just a normal day in a normal life filled with extraordinary people like the friends I have around me. If only they knew what kind of a guy I was, what type of a person i used to be.
A teacher once told me during one of his scolding sessions; what mistakes we make now will follow us wherever we go until we realise how serious that mistake was and react. Bad memories will haunt you in the future if you do not make up for it. How i wished i would have listened to him then.

In other news, the recent game between the all blacks and the welsh that took place last saturday was absolutely astonishing. NZAB won it of course 29-9. But the moment of pure awesomeness was this:




The sheer defiance of the Welsh to the NZAB's haka moves people. Especially the audience there. How i wished i was there to witness such a spectacle. Imagine someone putting across the boldest of challenges to you, and you accept it whole-heartedly, accepting the challenge. Well, the Welsh did just what they did. They dominated the first half. But were outclassed by the NZAB in the second. Simply breathtaking.

Ok, enough of proper english. =]

Are things meant to be this way or is this just a test by Him done unto me? Everyone experiences bad times during their lives and i surely am not immune to that disease. Things seemed fine then. But when the light came shining, i felt strangeness searing into me. Its as if i didn't want to go into the light and stay in the dark so that the brightness of light would not burn me again like it did before. Why is darkness feeling much better than you? Is it just a blind ambition? Or is it just ignorance for the fact that i finally found something to think about now?

Problems un-answered are problems un-needed.

till then,
crawl ya'll ltr!

peace.