All sorts of bread. White, brown, wholemeal… Maybe not sourdough.

Before the army of Hong Kong cafes emerged (and made us fat with sinful servings of toast with honey, peanut butter, and what-not) in the last five years, I had this amazing concoction in Shanghai where I was greeted with a huge slab of toasted bread measuring about 30 centimetres in height.

The one I had at Waraku last weekend doesn’t come close, but is enjoyable enough.

Only verbs have tenses. Eg walk, walked/ talk, talked.

There is no past tense for ‘feedback’. No such thing as ‘fed back’ or ‘feeding back’ or ‘feedbacking‘.

I’m pretty sure Miss Tin Pei Ling, Member of Parliament for Marine Parade GRC wasn’t responsible for this. It was probably Denise He or another administrator.

娛樂圈新經典語錄： “我們什麼都不是”。

何必呢？

不是何必決裂，而是何必承認？

有些事情是不言而喻的。

保持沉默的一方這一秒就佔上風了。

In 2009, I gleefully announced that I was going back to school. A year later, I declared I was quitting. And that was that. There were no more updates on this blog over this issue after 05.04.2010.

Well, I had resumed my identity as a part time undergrad under the radar. It’s largely due to the people in school. I ‘left’ with the intention of resuming some day, then I eventually decided to rough it out with the current cohort, instead of having to make new friends all over again. Hahaha.

Fickle is the word.

My peers are awesome. They give me constant reminders about assignment deadlines, and examination pointers- which are really essential since I don’t appear in class most of the time. And some of my seniors had been buzzing me with encouraging words, along the lines of “No one said it would be easy to juggle work and studies. Just help one another and everyone will breeze through this!” Really. From the way reference notes were readily shared, no one could detect a single hint of competitiveness. My other friends often joke that I receive such treatment because of my day job, but I beg to differ. They are really nice people, and conscientious students who will finish up everything by the end of this year, while I continue to slog till next May.

Semester Three was amazingly easy. I attended one or two out of 24 lessons, and walked away with relatively decent grades. I won’t be the valedictorian for sure, but the sense of satisfaction was tremendous. Semester Four has been full of surprises, coupled with some nasty shocks. “What do you mean my work is only worth ___? Oh, yours too? Right. This must be a prank or something.”

I have a rather challenging paper this Friday. Some of those literary works are too cheem for my liking. Just as any examination candidate would say, WISH ME LUCK!