I remembered the secondary school days,
the sound of last bell ring for the day.
Felt like 10kg worth of rocks thrown off my chest.
School dismissal time.
-Happy-

School kids happily chat in cliques,
playing a fool, walking on their grandfather's road.
I'm learning how to drive.
School dismissal time.
-shit, what a bitch-

Driving lessons always end so quickly,
I hardly even feel 2 hours ticking away.
It was as though i was just in the car for 30 minutes.

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An old lady, estimated to be 80plus years old,
weights a hell lot like stefanie sun, with a wrinkled smile.
Yet she's able to speak fluently in english, hokkien, canto, mandrin.
and push a near 40kg worth of old newspapers on a trolley.

She had difficulty controlling it down a slope,
I had to help.

As i watched her continue pushing the trolley at end
of the slope, I thought of my ah ma back in penang.

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I don't know who in SCL decided that students should
print their notes. But i know something. That person is
a bitch. I totally hate it. Plus CMS isn't really helping too.
and seriously CMS's so much more efficient after it's revamp.

Even the bookshop aunties was complaining how stupid it is,
when one by one of us come down printing the same damn
lecture notes. Besides the point that the bookshop auntie
has less money to earn. Why not the lecturers send a copy to
the bookshop, and they print for the whole cohort?

Oh yes, that's because they want us to make use of CMS?
Seriously.

After a well deserved long break, I've decided that
it has been long overdue for me to return back to
blogging again.

The whole Australian trip has been nothing but
an eye opening trip of excitement. I spent 2 mths
and 3 weeks in Brisbane and the last week in Tasmania.

I shall eleborate more about my expedition in
the next posts. And for the time being, i won't be able
any current pictures as I was busying with the
Wang Lee Hom Campus Event, my DEAR
(Sony T100 camera) got S.T.O.L.E.N.

Furthermore, I've worked my ass off for the concert,
running everywhere where i'm needed. I got rather
confused when i discovered my camera got stolen.
My emotions fell to a state of extreme depression.
A part of my memories had just been washed off.

The camera contained pictures of the sentosa outing
I went with MI.KE. ME. , Ci Hao, Meow, JiaYI and his gf.

Miss L was asking me if i would have felt better if I
still had the photos. Here's the answer.

Yes. I would have.

As a more sucidial side of me sat in a corner in my mind,
the more seriously annoyed side started searching my
recollections, cursing and swearing that the thief gets
banged down by a car, and hopefully, with enough damage,
end up as a vegtable and die just after 10 years in a coma.

I prayed for forgiveness eventually after cooling down.

Even after a search, I couldn't gain back what i've lost.

I felt brain dead.

The confusion was starting to set in.

How could someone in the backstage do it?
I knew them too well.
Would a friend steal another friend's memories,
just for the sake of the luxury?

I can imagine who among the people i know would
say yes.