Basket.

Will soon be returning to once more to face the 8th FATA Trade Course (odd name, isn't it), narrow foam mattresses that literally cave in when I lie down and the wonderful trickling showers of Khatib Camp. Living at home is a privilege nowadays. At least we have sympathy from those fortunate enough to escape simply because of a one-letter difference in chromosomes.

Reading the class blog archives induced me to trawl the archives of various other weblogs I know of - to compare how people were feeling at equivalent points of the past. And it was an interesting journey. We all have common experiences, but it is quite amazing how different we can be in dealing with them. Everyone is unique, with their own sets of problems, issues, likes and dislikes, idiosyncracies, perceptions, writing styles et al. Call it my inner sociologist at work, but I do like to observe individual traits and find it intriguing that nobody's one way of handling a common event, a common problem, is exactly alike.

I also read plenty of meaningful things we said over the past two years - like how the chance of this particular bunch of people coming together as a class was infinitesimal. But it happened, and we managed to bond so well and learn to treasure each other. Now I miss them more than ever. There is not a bunch of people on the face of this earth I would rather be with than A01C 2003-2004.

"Every one of you matters to me. And any unpleasantries or misunderstandings we might have had... I hope we can forget them. I just want to help if I can." -Shuang Ning, July 2003

I think that's the quote that best sums it up. Stay in firm contact.