I'm curious actually - what do people usually do on their last day of work? Take photos? Shake hands? PR? Hug and weep?

Gee. I just don't even want to turn up. Ha.

On that note, my mum has specifically reminded me for the nth number of time to bring back home the mug cover I used for my mug, amongst other less important items like speakers, adaptors and the mug itself which could even probably buy a couple more mug covers.

*****

"我怕你看到我的时候，会动了凡心..."

"Huh? Why?"

"因为你是仙女."

"....."

*****

I think I need a tan. And a good workout. Time to get some new shoes.

天空中阔步共行
抛开恩怨与斗争
浪漫的感觉
祢满我心间

在笑意里之间
是最痛快一刻
莫要去理它真与假

是错也再不分
任意去再天真
愿永远也一起靠紧
不改变

终于今天可跟你
北风中远望四周
平凡的一切
原是那么好

I wish for the day that you and I will be taking the same route back home.

Studying sucks. Attention span and confidence dwindling by the minute. The word going around is our necks are already halfway at the guillotine board. God bless us all.

Weather sucks. I'm sweating through my boxers. I'd kill for air-conditioning.

Werner's Oven was good. I missed the pork knuckles. Still a very good reason to travel all the way there for some crisp pink meat.

Phantom of The Opera was relatively overrated in my opinion. The miniscule standing ovation wasn't much less of a consolation. All I had were sore hands.

On that note, the event went quite smoothly, albeit I got an earful from turning up late from a misbegotten dinner break. But, I was glad I gave the occassion a highlight, although at the expense of my demise. Thanks very much, ladies.

I saw ET on TV today. And I thought of my late granny. (Not that the artificial midget resembled her, you idiot.) I used to remember going over to her 2nd storey shophouse flat at Joo Chiat to stay over during my primary school days for vacation. My mum would play that ET video (those VHS tape) for me and my brother, and that would just shut us up for 2 hours. I must have watched it more than ten times during my adolescent years. It's strange regardless of how nostalgic I felt when I saw it on TV just now, but I still couldn't really remember how the actual story went. It did struck a cord though when I heard that familiar phrase - "ET. Phone home."

I guess I just wanted to go home then. Ha.

I've been holed up in my room for more than 36 hours. That's a record.

Except to pee and shower. Hmm. I hope there's no smell.

A little voice in my head tells me that I haven't been very bright lately.

Ever since my adolescent years, I've hardly ever traverse frivolantly amongst social circles, nor made myself indispensable to any people. I just picked the lesser of the two evils.

I've never really made myself belong to any particular group. There are people out there whom have since made a sort of social pact that these are the people whom have gone through thick and thin with them, have known them inside out, known their inner most tragedies and episodes of forelorn love or hate - things we often take for granted time to time. I envy them.

I've since made my peace that I am not that important to anyone. Because people forget. And it's not even their fault. It's just human nature. It is a known fact.

As I transcend the different phases of life, I realise that the numbers just dwindle. And I can live with that. I am just glad that there are those whom are always there when you need them. Cliche it might sound but suffice to say, thankfully, that too, is also a fact of life.

Thanks guys, for being here. All the time. (Most of the time anyway.)

(I hope I'm not taking too much credit. Cos I'll kill myself if I did. But then, who cares?!)

April 7th - A vestige of that promise.