Dear diary,

It's been awhile since I've been rebelious. How you ask? By going out and not coming home till the next morning. Best thing? 25 missed calls and 8 messages. All not answered. What was I doing? Attending a friend's BBQ party and then playing Guitar Hero World Tour over at his house from 9pm till 4:30am in the morning. Boy did it felt great. Being rebelious and jamming it out with my classmates through the night. What a form of escapism..

During the BBQ, I automatically offered to help cook for the rest and help out my friend's mum. Surprisingly, as I stood infront of the hot pit as I cook, I didn't sweat. This snowman didn't melt! Also, wise words frommy friend's mum made me look at reality for a bit even in my escapism. "BBQ-ing food takes time and patience. Like they say, good things don't come easy and it will come to those who wait", she said. That kinda made me think for a bit as I tend to the food till the whole BBQ ended and we headed back up to their house.

But alas, it had to end and as I went home, had my bath and now typing down my thoughts, the adrenaline is slowly going away. And then, it's gonna be back to reality..And man do I feel guilty now for worrying my mum like that due to my selfishness...I guess after trying my best to be a good person for all these years has sunk deep into my skin. That past demon is just but a fleeting memory which would haunt me occasionally..

Come on self, get a grip!