Blank Doll sighs.

Yesterday was a good enough day I think.

Went to school for Teacher's Day and of a class of 21, about four of us were present at first. There was Edmond, Denise, Kristine and me. Bah. Sarah and Candice came later I think but I left first because it was getting boring.

I am very proud of myself, inordinately so perhaps, that I never once thought of cabbing from my school to Innova JC though it is inexplicably situated in the wilderness. Suffice to say, I took the Mrt there, walked (walked!) to the side gate to find it was locked and then had to walk a lot more to reach the main gate. Unlike the rest of us who place our main gate at the main road, they have theirs along an artery called Champion's Way that cuts into nothing. It was really strange too, for me to be the only person in my white uniform walking along the corridors of a place I singularly do not belong to.

I did get to see Mdm. Chitra though which was the original reason why I went there in the first place. She remains as ever the literature teacher I had come to love in secondary school. We spoke of school, of where I am about to go and I am glad she has adjusted slightly to life at Innova JC. She seems much happier with the J1s there since she is of the opinion that the J2s were plenty hopeless. But still, she is a great teacher and it is the loss of others if they do not know her worth.

Went to Ahmad Ibrahim thereafter. Not many people there. Dear Mr. Row left before I could see him though I did see Mdm. Latifah and Mr. De Roza. Haha, I really have changed quite a bit since secondary four if none of the teachers mentioned above so far could recognize me at first sight. Mr. Ong threatened to catch me for my hair, funny. Met Mr. Lee and spoke for a while, waiting as I was for Xuan who was late.

I told ya I was going to cab to school didn't I, so it was only going to take a while. But I forgive you. :)

Spent yet more time at Mr. Lee's Art Room. Xuan played the piano and I resolved to steal her ipod mini just so I could get those piano pieces she was playing. We walked around the school, trying to put our fingers once more to the memories the school held for us until the school was well nigh deserted. Funny, both of us don't seem to have gotten much from the school. Took the bus with her to Yishun then both of us went home.

Good luck for your exams!

I think tracing the trajectory of my life so far, where I am now fits nicely. Each time I reach a new stage in life, I find myself in a foreign environment where the stakes are higher- good preparation for when I take my place in the fashion community.

Oh, Mummy's flown to Taiwan with Pa and Daddy's off to Malaysia to watch Lobo live. I tell you, this is needless consumption on imports, especially since these are our trading rivals.

Have just been inspired by Linda Low again, reading the Political Economy of Singapore. Will post about ultra-nationalist sentiments later.

C'est tout.