Acceptance or Rejection

I don't actually know whether I should blog; I was kind of feeling down since returning from Melbourne... Didn't really enjoy the whole trip; always not getting enough sleep at night as my friend wanted to visit the casino, so ending up that we always woke up late in the afternoon. My friend even insist at one point that we should change our return flight timing to the evening so that we can spend more time going to other places, which will spend us an additional 60 bucks per person. Honestly I wouldn't want to spend such money just to stay for another 4 to 5 hours in Melbourne. We later decided to follow the original plan and returned to Brisbane on Thursday afternoon. I was so happy the moment I arrived back in Brisbane, feeling so much better with its pace and the lesser crowd as compared to Melbourne which is so crowded and bizarre...

During the trip, my friend also coincidently told me about two incidents he had in the past that kind of affected me in one way or another... I can't reveal the details of the incidents, but it does explain why "a book cannot be judged by its cover". Though the incidents happened 5 to 6 years ago before I even knew my friend, somehow I just couldn't seem to accept the fact; and because my friend is also fond of betting and gambling, I was actually reminded of a classmate in poly who was pretty much in a similar position before. Right now except for group outing, I don't really feel like going out with my friend alone. Perhaps I'm being too judgemental about the whole thing, but I really feel that sometimes it's better to let certain things fade away rather than being reminded of unhappy memories or letting history repeating again...