Because I was called "racist".

Heck, having this in English is racist too.


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December seems to give people a sense of festivity and boundless joy. For the life of me, I just can't fathom this, although yes, I believe that God exists. December always make me feel crowded and compartmentalized. The month reminds me mainly, of people I know. Specifically, foreign friends and local friends who are overseas. December is never a one-way street of positivity, but a roundabout of flat gradient over different types of terrain. It becomes an intense period of knowing new foreign friends, and touching-base with those already acquainted. And then January arrives and everyone of us is sucked back into the habit of living.


[Looking back]

December 2003:
Sunburst Youth Camp - Singapore delegate

December 2004:
Attended finale of SYC and got grilled about The Break-Up and university choices

December 2005:
Sunburst Youth Camp - liaison officer

December 2006:
Singapore-Hong Kong International Youth Exchange Programme

December 2007:
Sunburst Youth Camp: Alumni Camp - participant


December is the month when I visit the airport. And the airport is the one place that encompasses life.