The Club

I chance upon a journey of a lifetime.

The first few steps to the club was of much confidence for having made a decision. Behind the table was no one that I know. Somehow, I knew things were gonna be alright. That was the day I registered myself in the club for $25 bucks.

Fireshow, amazing people, and cool audio system. It was something I did not expect but made me feel on cloud nine. From then on, I dedicated myself. Doing what I can to contribute, committing myself, proving to the rest that I was dead serious about it. Young and ambitious, that was the era of it.

Time flies by, and the next thing I knew I was part of an organisation that I had to lead someway. Friendly people, crazy people, funny people, depressive people, strange people. All of them tells a story. Inspirational and depressive cycles continued like an everyday phenomenon. However, I never regretted my decision to have join the club.

Presently, handling social creatures with sensitive minds is what my duty calls. To be a peacekeeper and create a utopia world is what I want. Why can men not dream of the impossible?

I shall now place a token of hope to the club and its upbringing.

Cheers to SPRC