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Monday, April 03, 2006

A school is an educational institution, as far as I am concerned.

Ann Koh/Mrs Wong is lecturing again. Oh joy. I'm not being sarcastic. She's one of the more intersting lecturers. Maths isn't so bad actually, at least for statistics. It may not be interesting, but at least I understand what the hell I'm doing.

I dread Mondays. It's my longest day in school.

It rained today, and my shoes are soaked through.

On the bus home from Pasir Ris Interchange, some working woman had the stupid cockroach song as her ringtone, and her phone kept ringing. It was teetering on the edge of becoming a public nuisance.



The fragrance of morning milo.

Jumping into puddles.

Dancing alone.

When you're down, it's time to look at the simple little joys in life.

♥ The lights faded at 8:35 pm