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Friday, September 30, 2005

I'll try typing a poem about Monday and Tuesday. I know it sucks, because my life does.

Monday's really nothing much
As the ones before were
So I plucked up enough courage
To drag the life on here.
What happened in the morning?
I don't remember, I don't care.
What then happened after noon?
I won't remember, I won't care.

Second day was just as empty.
'Cept maybe for PE.
But I'm still not really happy.
Because I'm not in VJC.
Well ok there it is. Reading it will either give you a sense of sorrow or disgust, but either way, I've succeeded showing you what it's like living my life and trying to describe it.

And I don't know what's happening to my mum and dad. They quarrel and argue... well, at least my dad does. My dad's a good father but not a good partner, in my frankest. If I were a lady in his time, I wouldn't make the oath with him. But anyway, the problem is: my dad makes comments freely and thinks them light. But my mum takes the comments tightly and thinks them deep. So it's not really the fault of one of them, for as a third party, I think if they give and take then all will be well. All it takes is a little more considerate dad and a little less sensitive mum. But somehow the approach is wrong: the disputes are not resolved; they are forgotten.

Well, I pray to God: please let them love. And let me live. Please.

Organic chemistry's a 8/30 for me. That's not good. I just don't know how to make it better. Please God
give me an A for my subjects. I cannot take it anymore.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Friday a week and a half later. I can't seem to remember anything that happened since the last post, except that Friday last week I joined Darren, Muz, Rey and KH to study at MP library till 9, before going to dinner. And that we continued our study at the airport the next afternoon.

Oh. I remember my Chinese AO paper too. If you want to know how I felt about the paper, go read a Tamil book if you're Chinese or vice versa.

tpjc life is still the same clear but empty waters. It's the kind of no-events, no-affairs kind of jc life with the Interact room as the hangout. It's the kind of primary school mentality; boys-one-group-girls-one-clique. There are still the small laughs that keep me from going berserk, and the soccer every break. Weird that we start skipping lessons and playing soccer when the exams near.

Any way, I can still see the stark difference when my VS brothers tell me their life story over at VJ. Really a mile apart. Well, all I can say is... the day I leave tpjc, few memories will follow, whether intentionally or not.
So... Saturday. Only a week left to my fate trial. The hall will be my courtroom. My brain will be my lawyer, the papers the judges and my results the verdict. This is the last sprint, the last week, the last try. My last try. God let me have Your spirit in me and guide me through this junction of fate.
Just the average Saturday, mugging, getting distracted, getting back on track, and getting distracted again. And in the car today, dad showed me a sidewalk in my fate. He asked: "Bryan if you do well ah... want to go to Temasek or not... If you get good results I can try to talk to the principal..." Thank you very much, I really appreciate it unless he tries to speak to CKG. That I must do on my own. Miracle... please... I need you. Should I consider it? I really want out, but TJC... I don't know... Is the culture the same? I only know VJC well. And I love it.

But anyway, first things first. 1 week left.

And one more thing. I just help dad download Loderunner (of course the old one) onto his Xda. He was really happy playing it. Said it brought him back to his times. So I felt good.

I, too wish time could turn back.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Wednesday. This is the first time I stayed back in tpjc for nothing. Of course, with people who were fun to talk to: Jon and Edwin. It's sad (as usual) that I enjoy being with the people in my chinese class more than my civics group. Being from my chinese class, the people naturally speak English. And Jon was Victorian. Whereas those from my CG have As in chinese. So naturally, I flock with birds of my feather. Jon was finally punished for disobedience. So he was doing his chinese homework and the 3 of us sat at a table, talking and listening to some of the stuff on my phone. When he finished, he ran to submit it then we hung around a bit more, then they left for TM for they had their personal stuff, and me, I hopped on number 9 and alighted at the bus stop. Which I should be boarding from.
And of course, headed for home.

Thursday was quite a day I think I'll never forget. Because of Chinese lesson. Ironic, isn't it, but I really had a fun and funny time in the classroom. My teacher told us to bring mooncakes and anything related to this time of year: the Mooncake Festival. He wore a formal long sleeved checkshirt and brought some mooncakes, a knife, and stuff which I later found to be chocettes and prize-stuff. We figured he was a very traditional kind of person. I think he wanted to bring back his life- in wherever he came from- here.

So we started off- with a round of riddles- chai deng mi or something. Maybe I was in AEP, maybe I was happy at the moment (I always seem to feel happier in chinese class), maybe my chinese was really better, whatever it was, somehow I got a lot of the words right. So at the end my group got prizes and we sat down and shared mooncakes. Jon then sparked a brilliant idea. He tore a hole in a piece of paper and put it on the OHP. So there was a Moon. Alright. So we 'sat under the Moon eating mooncakes'. Then we took photos. It was damn fun. Soon we settled down to do some academic work, and while we were on it, my teacher said (in chinese), "Sad that time passed so fast". I had a flurry of thoughts and feelings and glances into the future. Anyone would have felt the same at this statement, especially after such a lesson.

And it's really sad that most of what I'm only going to remember of JC1 year is my chinese class.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

I missed biology remedial on Friday.Though't I'd be the only one. Later I found out some people didn't turn up for it and the chemistry mock test too. So my boat wasn't deserted. The rest of the day was just almost like a normal Saturday, where I find myself, loitering around the house scavenging for a morsel of excitement, but in vain. Of course, trying to study was a sure thing. Just that studying wasn't. But something was even effortlessly surer. Staring out the window to the skies, thinking, wondering, imagining, dreaming. Of it.

The real Saturday came.The wireless arrived early, but I woke up when the sun was almost at its apec. So when I came down all was set. I didn't need to see any tedious hoo ha about setting it up. Now its quite cool, with two-at-a-time surfing. When dad's O2 comes, it'll be 3. When jie comes back, it'll be 4. It might've jammed by then. On the computer I stayed until evening; we went to Funan to meet dad. What the heck, just to accompany him to see whether he could purchase it now. He didn't. So had dinner there, walk-walked around for a bit, then we left for home. What a nice day.

Sunday was just one whole day of home. The usual homeliness thing.And there it ended. The holiday week is over.

Monday back to school again,
doing SPE again,
hitting volleyball again,
Biology lecture again,
tpjc life again,
taking number 9 again,
wearing planty clothes again,
walking deadly home again.

Tuesday. Today. Well, first thing, (although most probably no one reads this) Happy Birthday Reyneth! Many people are waiting... To give you a nice, exciting, fierce jack. So beware. Biology practical was only a little interesting. It brought me back to June of last year, where I spent days using a pen-knife to slice paper boards. When I held the knife to slice, the lab was transformed into the art room in VS in my mind’s eye, but it was for only a few seconds. Cutting the main vein of a leaf is almost really nothing to cutting out a whole set of house furniture. Sadly and heartbreakingly, the last time I saw it, it was in pieces. I put almost half of myself into that masterpiece, it had gotten me praises, an A1 in prelims, an A1 at the Os, and it had even spent more than a week at the Singapore Art Museum. I seriously hate the transport people, whoever they are. I hate them to the bone.

PE was undoubtedly the most interesting and fun, although it could be even more fun and interesting. You know how. Played basketball- of course, incorporated a little soccer into it, but thankfully the other party blocked his face with his hands, or I could’ve been labeled with a violent streak. After dismissal of course we played some more, then the owner of the ball had to go, so we had to go. So here I am.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Went home at 5pm to shower and change. Then at 7 I went to Tanah Merah MRT Station on top. That was what Reyneth told me. So went there, and just in time to see Reyneth, TaoYat, Shen Yean, Darren, Jon, KangHao and the train. So we went to Changi Airport. Where I was 2 hours ago. So up we went to Swensens, talking cock singing song something wrong, but several were still not there yet, so we hung around near Swensens. We saw a little boy running along the side of the water beside Swensens and did what seemed like kisses to the water surface. Soon Sean arrived, followed a while later by Muzhaffar and Jason. Then the man himself appeared. The one and only Mr Ong aka Uncle Fong. Samuel came too.

So to Swensens we went. While Shen Yean went to the toilet, Darren started adding salt to his water. Then they had an idea! Sabo Shen Yean. So while he was away, they put salt into the glass of water until it reached saturation point. Already the colour had changed slightly. "Shen Yean come back already! Come back already! Faster!" Then they quickly switched Shen Yean's, and waited like angels till he sat back down. Then- of course- "eh yam seng lah yam seng!" Everyone brought up their glasses. "YAAAA.......MM, SENG!" and everyone brought their glasses to their lips, eyes never leaving Shen Yean. He took a drink. And half-spat it back in. Everyone laughed and jeered at him, but he's just the sort who's used to it, and gave a goodnatured thanks. Next up was JueLuo who was arriving soon. But his was not so interesting; he sipped abit before the yamseng and gave it all away.

We had fun in the airport's Swensens all evening, laughing, talking, taking pictures... Soon the time came to leave. But being us, we spent a hell of a time organising the money from each person. While there was quite a commotion about that, KeunHo and Sean sneaked to buy a cake. Unfortunately, the staff there did not understand our purpose; they kept it really transparent. So it wasn't much of a very sudden surprise, but it was still a surprise. The cake came, and everyone who was preparing to leave sat back down. Then we sang happy birthday to Rey and KangHao as loud as we sing the Victorian Anthem. Photos were taken and the candles were blown. They cut the cake with quite a fuss 'cause there were 14 people.

After that we left Swensens, and some left for home. The rest of us hung around, walking here and there without a destination (but that's what we always do), and finally proceeded to take the mrt. But along the way, we decided to take photos at the escalators area. Really fun. Such are the times when I can really forget all the troubles and stuff that normally cloud my mind. So when we were done with it, we took the train to Tanah Merah Interchange. They had to change train, so I said goodbye and left for home. When I reached home, it came back: my GP project.

Really.

KeunHo's album of the night.
http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2120931102

take it to the max.

Frankfurt simply was such a nice dream... And it's sad to wake up from it.

Sunday.Woke up at about 950 to do some last minute packing. So I was kept busy until about 1030, when I finally felt prepared enough, and went down to the hall to wait for Dad to come down. In the end, due to some packing problems and the trigger effect, we left house about 20 minutes later than planned.

Went to cut my hair after some minor problems with Dad 's passport. Then we went to check in at the staff travel counter. Marcus and us parted at the glass gate, bidding me and them 2 different kinds of goodbye. Mine seemed to be quite like "good riddance". When he was out of sight, Mum was all tears-welled-up-in-eyes mode. But I pretended not to notice.

We were on subload, so we had to rush to board. I sat with mum, 'cause I wanted the window seat, and mum sat beside this angmoh, who, in my opinion, is friendly when there's conversation, but weird when there isn't: almost as if he was trying to get our attention, or at least from my mum. All the while he regularly leant so close he could see my mum's screen. Luckily he was old and even more luckily he looked like James Watson, or I'd long attacked.

On board I watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Closer, Dodgeball, a little of Unleashed and a few others. Then I tried taking out my Biology notes to study, but in vain. Barely halfway through the electron transport chain, I started playing Kirby's DreamWorld... It was the first game I came to when I flipped through the Nintendos...

10 hours of the clouds were over, the plane touched down, and I got a look at Frankfurt Airport. At least it didn't look similar to Singapore's, or I'd have wasted. The hotel room was nice, cosy. So we did the personal admin, and went to the pillows.

Monday. Dad went down to make full use of the free-breakfast-for-one. I needed to get hot water, So I went down- to the restaurant to get it- that's what they told me. Of course I met dad. So naturally it became a free- breakfast-for-one-cheapskate-for-the-next. But you can't change it. We're true blue Singaporeans.

At first we had a bit of a problem buying the tickets from the machine at the stop, somewhat similar to our Standard Ticket machine. Then a kind soul gave us a hand, teaching us how to get tickets to Römer. To town we went, by Rapid Transit Train, which moves alongside vehicles on the road, to Römer. The town scenery really rules. I'll put up a link for the photos soon. Their tilings and rooftops and walls and window sills are really all one of a kind, unique and creative in a way. It was mainly sightseeing: their products were not really worth their price tags. All that was worth buying was chocolates.

Mum's könferenz introduction began at 7pm, so we were back by 530. Me and my dad went to swim. The pool was quite class but it would've been classier if the pool was heated. Dad went out after half an hour (half an hour?!); I stayed till 7pm. I think hardly any females come to swim 'cause the sauna and bath area is shared, and the men treat the area like the male changing room. So after the swim and bath, I returned to the room and slacked. About an hour later, mum came back. She was basically a ponner. So she didn't break ice with the rest. A while more of the room, then I left for Neverland.

Tuesday was another affair with Römer after a little walk from Hauptbahnhof. I visited the Jüdisches (Jewish) Museum near Hauptbahnhof. Saw quite a lot of objects: books, sculptures and illustrations, but they were all captionated by German text. So I resorted to reading the English translation. Then went Römer-ing again, then back to hotel 'cause mum was receiving us to go with the Lufthansa Systems Netline&Advance Forum people for their evening event. TAKE IT TO THE MAX. Quite heartwarming to see them use this catchphrase all the time... It was so similar to Victorians using Nil Sine Labore...

Anyway we gathered in the lobby, and it really looked like there was 200. Dad and I managed to squeeze into seats, and we were off for Rheingau, the countryside village- no, resort actually. The atmosphere in the bus was totally unlike what I thought it'd be. Those probably mid-20s people were shouting and mocking the tour guide in jest.

We soon reached the carpark.
On top of the what-seemed-like-599-metres-high hill.
Getting down the bus, we were greeted warmly and settled into groups. Then we winded our way, around the hilltop, to the vineyards.

The view there was really breathtaking, overlooking a large lake, and large coloured squares of cultivated land, beside a large clump of little houses. From where we gathered, it was rows and rows of the vines downhill. We grouped accordingly, each group around a huge barrel, with many wine glasses on its top. Each member took at least one glass. Then there was a welcome speech, then the game started. Each team was to bottoms-up the glasses on their barrel, then roll the barrel down along the path to the village. My group, 2, started off quite late, about the 5th to go. We were given gloves; at first it was quite difficult but soon we got faster and faster, taking shortcuts and overtaking one after the other, soon becoming 2nd. It was really damn fun, perhaps because I'd never in my life rolled a huge wooden barrel down a meandering hillpath with a group of 4 other angmohs. We rolled it all the way down to the village, along its narrow lamposted street, coming to rest outside a restaurant and bistro area. This nice restaurant, packed in the midest of Rheingau was called Breuer's Rüdesheimer Schloss, according to the card. Or rather, miniature pamphlet.

We were to have dinner there. What an apt pre-dinner programme! Walking in, everyone took seats at the tables. The serving ladies were all dressed cowboy-bar-waitress like, and they were all very jovial and fun-loving, all the while dancing to the country music coming from the 3-piece band. How nice the countryside is... Wine there was in an overabundance (obviously: Rheingau's known for its wine- they cultivate the vines); much like the tea or coffee in the city. Smoked trout from the nearby Lake Wisper came first. Then some of the ladies from my table called mum, dad and me to play a game of build-the-tallest-tower using wine bottle corks. There was also a quiz on the Rheingau, and a drawing competition which involved the different national flags of the table people. All these built up to a inter table competition. They also had this thin wooden plank with 5 little cups stuck onto it which the waitresses would carry around and call people up to drink. Once there was five, they would stand in a row holding the plank while the waitresses filled the cups. With wine. Then the waitresses would shout something like "one, two, three", then they had to empty their cups together, after which the plank would be upturned to see if all the wine was downed. So this was the mood at that restaurant all through the night, partying, laughing, cheering, shouting, singing, dancing. Other people passing by the place stood there and watched, taking a bite of the night partylife.

Finally and sadly, the end came. The announcement came that my table had won. Each of us was given a prize- obviously, wine. A huge bottle of it. Then we set off for the bus. Many of them were still burning with the fun, so they continued with it all the way to the bus.

Take it to the max.

I'm so happy I tagged along to Frankfurt.

So back to the hotel. Mum started packing. Everything was ending so fast. It’s really sad to leave, even only after 4 days. Especially leave that countryside resort. I must live there sometime.

Wednesday came- even more sadly, for it was check-out day. I hung around in the room, blogging on the pda: in the writing sense. What I wrote would be then posted when I get home. Imagine the bill for connecting to wireless Internet. In the hotel. In terms of Euros. Crazy.

So Mum went down for her work, or maybe it was the closing ceremony of Lufthansa Systems NetLine & Advanced Forum 2005. I forgot. Dad went down for breakfast. I was left in the hotel room, with the tv switched to MTV channel and sitting in the armchair blogging. Soon Dad came back and we did the remaining pack-ups, preparing to check out. Mum came back at 1155, and in 5 minutes, they cleared the room with the bags and checked out, i.e. returned the keys and the usual admin. But I still stayed in the room, thinking of how I missed and would miss Germany and this high class hotel. The vacations I go on nowadays are less high class than the ones when I was young.

Soon Dad returned and I knew I had to leave. Sad. So went down to the lobby, and I hung around bored. I blogged the pda battery out, handphone wasn't so interesting and there was no tv. Then at 3 plus Mum came out of the Könferenz Raume and asked me to join the Frame Moments, presentation of the photos taken by this photographing company for the event. A replaying of the memories. Although the presentation was humurous, I felt quite nostalgic, seeing those scenes of Rheingau again. I'll never forget that. The photos being in black-and-white didn't help. Soon farewell came, and they said that next year's forum would be in Berlin. I want to go.

So after the event, and after the sad byes, a coach came for the airport. In my mind I was desperate to find a way to stop every clock from ticking, but the earth just kept turning and the world just kept moving on. Soon I was back at the airport, which I seemed to be at just the day before. So we shopped and checked-in and waited for the flight to open. At 11, SQ 325 announced now boarding, and everyone queued to board. I gave the man my ticket, took one last look at the airport, at Germany, and went through the aerobridge.

We were the 3 seats right at the front of the economy class, but it didn't help much of my ECS.

The clouds rushed past, and I was back in Changi Airport.

Frankfurt was really a nice dream... And it's sad to wake up from it.

Monday, September 05, 2005

can't wait.

Well, today was quite something. Woke up late as usual, ate my cai tao kueh then used the computer. Left at 12 plus for Hilton Singapore Hotel for the SIASU Educational Award Presentation. Went to Wheelock Place; walked around with my mum. The place is quite classy, and it's nice to walk around in there, though not so much with my mum. We then made our way to the hotel which is so much more high class and nice than Wheelock. It's those kind of mirrors/gold/silver/glass setting. So I got my prize- a cheque for 200 bucks. But I had a long wait for it too.

Then went to Comex to meet my dad. From about 6 to 9pm we were basically running about to find the cheapest or best deal for O2 XDA IIi. Its a long story behind why we were. Anyway, we should've known that $1415 was the standard at every Comex booth, and $1488 was the control price everywhere else. So we bustled in vain.

On Thursday we're treating Mr Ong to dinner. Just like he treated us before. I think it's gonna be fun, yet at the end sad 'cause we're saying goodbye to a teacher who's been as close to us as a brother (or Uncle Fong!). I'm going to Germany in a few hours' time. Holiday for me. But I mustn't slack. Study I must. I've held on to my dream since I realized how much I want it. At least when I come back I'd have something to look forward to. To help me simmer down.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

Friday. What happened in tpjc? I don't know.

VS Evening of Music and Drama. Frankly it was awesome. I always thought drama couldn't match music or dance in the arts arena. But after this, I changed my mind. The concert was kickstarted with a jazz band, which I thought was cool if not for the fact that they made some mistakes even I could identify. This was followed by some anti-materialism skit, which was laughable. I'm still marveling at the way they made up the 'girls' for the skits. Looked quite real. Then came Nicholas Kang's Russell Peters-style performance as an emcee. And he was damn good at it. Those who saw him at last year's EMD would know that he wasn't copying Peters. He really has the talent.

3450- the jamming band, which had Mr Siow, came on and performed Five for Fighting's Superman and Robbie Williams' Angels. Martin Hong's monologue followed. And this was purely what skits should be. It was even better and more entertaining than Nicholas Kang. I didn't for once in my years in VS guessed that this AEP junior would have such a flair for entertaining. Everyone was applauding him hard when the lights went out for his performance. Intermission.

CO played. I only knew that the song they played was qing tian. I didn't know it was a Jay Chou. And the singing here was atrocious, compared to 3450's. The music was... ok. Following this was a boring all-talk-no-entertainment skit. Then came King Arthur and His Knights, which fortunately brought some of the laugh back. And maybe I'm oversensitive, but I thought that when King Arthur said something like "Knights! Victorians! Let us fight to restore our glory!" I thought it may have had some relevance to the co-ed.

Then the concert ended, and the emcees said "Thank you, goodbye and see you next year!" Suddenly Mr Siow said, "Wait, there's something that we left out, if not then this will not be a Victorian event... All the old boys stand up" And they had some drumbeat rhythm: VS Unite. So all of us automatically went along, although they changed it a bit. After it finished, Mr Siow still continued with the guitar, not stopping. Everyone Oi-ed him. Then we realized he was stopping us doing what we really always did at every Victorian event. Too bad. In the midst of his tunes, the all-too-familiar roar of the Victorian Anthem came to my ears. Mr Siow had to stop. And we shout-sang with more spirit than ever before. While singing we all ran and densed at the front of the stage, jumping and shouting and pushing. All the way: until the 11 claps. VS

After we were rushed out of the auditorium we were at it again downstairs. Victoria- a spirit like no other.

It had to end somehow. For me, I had to have my voice gone before I'd be satisfied. I'm sure all Victorians too. So after that we went to play pool at Parkway, then made my way home at about 1130. How nice if I could be like this almost every night.

Friday, September 02, 2005

bai er. That's "Tuesday" in Mandarin. It's weird 'cause it sounds exactly like "worship evil" in Mandarin. I so do hope I'm not gonna get influenced by tpjc. It's really really Chinese. I was right when I stepped into the school. Ah bengs. Mats. Ah lians. Ninas. Of course, there's always the minority, choosing to speak both, and there's the minorities' minority, like me. Somehow leads me to think about AC, and what life would've been like if I went there. Anyway the only thing I remember is that we played soccer. And it was fun.

Because most of them couldn't play.

Wednesday was, of course, better. Teacher's Day celebrations. But here's the catch. The celebrations was after 45 minutes of All Children Exercising Simultaneously, which consisted of the most stupid and boring dances I've seen; and 3 x 45 minutes of lessons. So school culture, or human nature, whatever it was, took precedence. Many just ran out.I did too.

So to VS. MJ people were there already; they had no school. What an opposite. So I made my way to the gallery. Tons of old boys were there. And below, was the vast present-VS spread, teachers included. Ronin, this rock band formed from old boys probably from 1970s batch, were onstage. So as usual they had their loud, attitud-al performance, after which many teachers who had left came back. They felt Ronin was putting across a message that was very wrong and full of fucks here and there. I joined 4B people; so heartwarming, homecoming kind of feeling I had then. We greeted our teachers happy teacher's day, and they greeted us back by saying that our faces have changed. I reckon I know what's that change. At least in me.

Mr Liong then showed us to the GEP resource room-transformed-AEP lounge cum media room. I was sure I missed something big back at the hall, but this almost compensates for it. We all Wow-ed, whined and Haiz-ed all the time in the room. They had 11 G5 computers on stylish tables with stylish lamps and stylish chairs. Then they had a whole nicely shelved (yes, really nicely shelved) horde (and yes, horde) of cameras and camcorders and SLRs and media accessories open for loan. There was a couch and different coloured beanbags all intended for AEPians' comfort during lessons. I heard there's gonna be rugs and carpets, and during lesson-time, all will be dark save for the light from the lamps. I imagined this theatrical lesson and my heart cried out loud. All this, only when we graduated. I won't say left.

And Mr Ong's leaving, I don't know why, but he just is. Since this is a good time, although you all may not even read it in your life, I want to thank you and Mr Liong for making my AEP life in VS so nice. Nice's really the best word that wraps up all. Now my heart's too glued to VSAEP2004, and so to VS, by something even stronger than superglue.

Went to see Mr Zuraimi too. I see he's still the same, advic-y teacher, reminding us to basically hold on to our dreams, and reach for them. Only he smiles and laughs less. I suppose that's because of the lack of4B. Ms Kong's a bit mad now, somehow making us all feel guilty for not laughing, as her expression expects us to, at her joke. But she was very friendly and talked to us long about the co-ed issue.

We then went to the Marine Parade student's usual hangout- Parkway. It was nostalgic to once again hang out unrestricted with my friends, my brothers. We went to play pool till about 5. Then we went bowling. Didn't do too badly in both. But I must get -180+. I have to.
After that I went back to PP with some of them to have dinner.
Absence truly makes the heart grow fonder.

Thursday. Happy Teacher's Day to all my teachers. And what a way to spend it. I could've joined my brothers at the airport studying and of course, deviating from study, but I didn't. Instead I was at longman's house baking some unsuccessful jam-crammed cookies. I expect we're gonna fail at this part. Can't remember much more. Either I don't have a good memory, or I simply chose to forget. Anyone would.