Ten Reasons Why We Are Hypocrites.

1. We backstab others almost guiltlessly and get pissed off when we are being backstabbed.
2. We complain that life is unfair when asked to do a little more for others while for most of the time, we let others do the work for us.
3. We strive to make our achievement "known to the four corners of the world" when we are cynical about what others can do.
4. We judge our friends and refuse to be the subjects of judgement.
5. We feel entitled to call others liars when we ourselves lie a lot.
6. It is okay for others to sacrifice for us but not the other way round.
7. Each of us behaves as the centre of "all affairs big and small" when it is obviously an illusion.
8. We think it is okay to take advantage of the miseries of others but not okay to be betrayed.
9. Friendship is just a Machiavellian tool to achieve our personal goals.
10. "Hey, why is Mr X not joining us? Is he weird or what? Lets gossip!"

Love

What is love? Is it the worries over a father who has a close brush with death, a man whose role is no greater than to conceive me, a person whose physical inadequacy and lack of education has delegated his chilrearing responsibility on me to my uncle and aunt? Is it the tears that have fallen from a well long thought dry to a father risking to lose his limb?

True, he is the most stubborn man i have ever seen. So stubborn that he has grappled with the edge of life and awaits the verdict of doctors to amputate his leg. Then again, the blood that runs in him flows in me. I inherit his fury, his infectious laughter, his inclination to mingle with people....

In the face of mounting homework and assignments, busy practices for the grandiose event of Raffles Hall Concert, this is a big, if not paralysing blow. No, I'm not paralysed. I have the capacity to make decision. The ability to juggle all things at once. I'll persevere. That my presence with him I will assure yet I will not despair my cast mates, fellows of raffles halls, and assignment project buddies.

But love comes first. Papa, I'll come.