Haha...here I am again...after God knows how long...Well, here I go again...warning though, this is gonna be a semi-emo post...

Yesterday there was a concert in my uni...I was part of the committee in charge of the concert...and damn it was great...the atmosphere...the event...but most of all, the people...Aw yeah the people...that's like the main point...

The people there...they're something else...they had this bond...and this bond...from what i see, they treat each other as...family...they mingle with one another, they care for one another...it was like one great big family, y'know?

Although I wasn't involved in most of the meetings and outings and all, but just by joining the club/society/whatchamacallit, I felt as if I was part of the family as well. Although I didn't get to know most of the people, the people that I got to know was really kind, really nice people. Well, those that I didn't get to know, I have no comments, of course.

The one thing that glues all these people together is passion. A passion for music. And I think that through this passion, they stick together and care for one another.

There, with them, I really felt like...I was a part of them. There's just this...this vibe, y'know? Those two whole days spent preparing for it in the hall, those were some good days...but now it's all over. Which brings me to the main prob.

It's over, but I can't stop thinking about it. I miss it. It's like there's a void inside me. And nothing is filling it. Games, shows, nothing. Last night, when it was all over (heck, I even stayed behind to help clean up. I didn't want to leave!) and I went back to my college, my heart felt heavy. And when I stepped into my college, some words went into my heart. They were...

"Fuck. Back to this shithole again."

Coz you see, the people here in my college and the people in the music group...they're worlds apart. People here comprises of fakers, hypocrites, and the like. I still remember what they did...In the first week alone, they humiliated me, made fun of me, disgraced me...And all because I don't know mandarin...

Since then, I've held a vengeance in my heart. The more I see their actions, their behavior, the more disgusted I become. How could they act like this?

Aah, it seems like i've gotten off-track. The people in my college is another story. How my vengeance was created, is also another story. All that matters right now is...

Wake the hell up, Jack!!!
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