well haf been going to sch these past 2 daes, not veri productive but it beats lazing arnd at home. after all, i guess some work done is betta than no work done. =D besides getting work done, i think studying in sch has made me more pro-HC, n it unfortunately means i'll miss it even more next yr. the friendships forged, the take-away dinners, the canteen lunches (due to the absence of financial power), the gossiping, the playing of bridge, the freezer-like conditions in certain spots, the freq self-imposed toilet breaks, the asking of help fr certain smart members of a certain smart class (74+4=???), etc etc...ahh..esp the memory of uncle chong's nasal voice, his attempts at bring nice n his leetle wiry figure strutting arnd, secure in his own illusions of masculinity.. haha needless to say i'll haf many more memories of HC to safekeep. as i walked out of sch alone todae arnd 9pm, i couldnt help but admire 'HC at nite'. breathtakingly beautiful. probably seem like an exaggeration to anyone else, but well i guess its the memories tt make a place beautiful. i mean seeing a picture on a postcard wudnt etch tt place firmly in ur mind, but if u had experiences at tt place it'll prove more meaningful n subsequently more beautiful. ah i shant bother to justify myself further, after all beauty is in the eys of the beholder =P anw as i was saying, it brought back memories of huangcheng practices, of huishan cheryl n me practising out talentime song after ending huangcheng arnd 9-10pm, of social work camp where yp min n me decided on a romantic interlude near the flagposts, n proved to b a wonderful supper for mr mosquitoes, n finally ended up sleeping on a cls bench near the 70/71 cls bench...of the sch being alive w ppl going home after all our sch events... of staying back for dramafeste n devising ways to escape uncle chong's monsterous clutches... haha guess the night scenery of HC will prove to b a wonderful memory. =)

anw met a jjc fren fr obs on the bus on my way home..i mean pratically all of dem stay near me..anw well we were reminiscing abt our 9 trying but wonderful days in obs, n i realised dere was so much i forgot. it struck me then tt everyone takes back diff parts of an experience..things tt he remembered i forgot, n vice versa. the things tt i remembered, the things tt i felt were adequate in summarising in my subconcious mind the entire experience of 'obs', were apparently diff from his. haha regrettably, it seemed tt my summarising skills r too gd, i realli forgot a lot of stuff, incl the fact tt i haf my instructor's no in my phone. i mean seriously speaking how many of us actualli noe whose no.s u haf in ur phone? i sometimes find myself scrolling thru the contacts in my phone n wondering hu the heck is 'XXX'?

ahh. the great steph has lapses in memory too. but of cos i still rem a certain gp paper in 2 days time..well guess i'm supposed to feel guilty at this pt in time, n wring my hands n whine abt the speed at which the infamous 'A's is appraoching. hmm wait. its already here no? anw well to ease my conscience..off i go.