Got myself confused with the induction I was trying to do. Gonna check through everything again tomorrow. There're lots of tedious workings in the project. A test of patience. Another nine months to the submission of the project. Counting down.

Went for the guitar concert at ACJC last night. According to rebecca, there had been a lot of changes since she left 3.5 years ago. Who knows what would have happened in another 3.5 years time. Maybe she'll be married with a kid by then. I've this strong sixth sense that she'll be married within 2-3 years time. My 6th sense. It's getting more and more accurate nowadays. I took one try each to guess a friend's birthday and another friend's secondary school.

Censored another two paragraphs again. Stuff which I don't feel like letting everyone know. I still feel a bit disturbed whenever I think of it. Perhaps, that's the price I've to pay for making a mistake. At least, everything looks good on the surface.

I recalled during the days we worked during commencement, whenever xiujuan and I had to cross the road to get to the opposite bus stop to take bus 96, we had to go up this grass patch which is kind of steep. Everytime, my friend would go up the 'slope', helped me up, walked down and helped me down. This series of action came naturally from her.

She's certainly not the only person whom I had offered help in studies. But she's certainly one of the few who will bother to look back to see if I need a helping hand to get up the slope. I remember sauwai holding on to me when I was about to fall down on bus 95 in year one sem one. I remember her rushing back to check whether I left my matric card behind after I told her I lost it. Ya know, not everyone can make her run up the stairs. I remember another friend who helped to go back to the room to get back the card when he was supposed to be at another place waiting for his exam to start. I remember my senior helping me in every way during his last semester in school. I remember in jc, when my friend and I and many others were standing under the sun, he told me to stand inside his shadow. I remember kwan always offering me umbrellas, because he's scared I'll fall sick. The list goes on. Can't possibly list everything here. More importantly, I remember them.

I'll need to be nicer to ones who are nice to me.

Some people, no matter how important they once were, are meant to be forgotten. These people probably don't care whether I remember them or not.