As unlucrative this camping business may be for instructors, my spirits have successfully been on a higher strut. My past pales in comparison to the uplifting transformations that are consistently ongoing. Sure, my pocket's running drier by the day but it's always the companionship of people that aureates positivity.

The legends.

The oriental festivities are already festooned with frantic overnight preparations, harmonious merry-making and gathering of communities. I must admit, it's unusually heartwarming to sit back and glee at my parents staying vigil to whip up sumptuous spreads for guests, taking into consideration of the fact that they seldom get together without eardrums-damaging rackets (and cooking the family's classic favourites - century egg porridge and mutton soup).

There were like two hundred ducks aligned like that.

I loitered elsewhere, and no surprise where that place turned out to be.

Half of our GIANT loot.

What a shocker ay.

January has snapped by and hello February. There's the sissy turning 18, the much anticipated Valentine's day, multiple other birthdays, a string of camps, potential job opportunities, pay day and reunions. Life is good, and is damn well going to better to the skies. Thank you, to all who were and are a part of it.