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Tuesday, September 25, 2007

i never thought my chinese was bad, till this year my teacher convinced me it was and i gradually believed her.

HAPPY MIDAUTUMNS.
i dont know why, but as we grow older, these festivals tend to lose that festive mood, along with their special significance.

the date previously carefully marked out on a calendar now creeps up on us and slithers past with barely a whisper.

what used to be a long planned gathering with the relatives or friends to carry lanterns in the park or burn down a garden, is now a night of normalcy where we stay at home to study, and scorn the smoke from other people's fun.

even delightfully selected boxes of mooncakes are now 'those few mummy brought home from office'.

now what audicity is this total lack of interest in cultural interaction, you ask.?

well. i call this a phase in growing up. x(

eoys are hurtling towards me with full-blown force, MT on thurs, E Maths on fri. then come mon tues wed fri.

alas, posts shalt await. :)


she's not here @

11:09 PM