As usual, been ages since I've blogged. Funny that's how often I start entries these days.
In the library in week 1 of the holidays. Trying, which is the key verb, to do my assignments before I head off for a long, and costly, holiday this Sunday.
Do you not sometimes get the urge to tell the world how you feel inside? Perhaps those urges manifest today in terms of blogging. And mass school murders.
Filled with trepidation about this holiday. Nice, rosy things tend to upset; we often set too ridiculous expectations to such things; like holding an ice ball and hoping it would last forever. But on a happier note, the holiday would be with Yong :) Darling, let's have a splendid holiday! (considering the amount of money we are spending on it).
But I think first we have to see what we define as a "good holiday".
Miss my housemates. They are good people. Miss people back home.
Uncle T
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