Dear time...

It’s about time… it feels as if like your chasing for the very last train when you know that it’s too late. =)

I can’t lie, as time goes by it starts to fall back to where it once struggled. On searching for the composure which exchanges for a mouthful of air, it’s strange yet familiar as it have always been there to keep it running…

Visited two primary schools for data collection on Wednesday for FYP, the last school which we visited was Nan Chua Primary school, walking into the school along their corridor I could see a strong influence of Chinese culture, Chinese calligraphy works being displayed, poems and etc. It’s just like any other typical Chinese school, the feel of it just triggers the memories of my primary school and my primary school days in MBS. The environment is just so similar to where I used to be in, the compulsory higher Chinese lesson, contact time and the similar recess bell except they do not play edelweiss during rainy days…. Just got home from Gib’s place we had potluck and everyone prepared too much food for today and resulted to someone coming up with some silly card games and forfeits to clear the leftovers which then became a terrible idea when everybody ended up going home with a bloated tummy…