Basket.

If you ever wondered what happened to that *wonderful* International History tutor you had in RJ...




Newly 42, and right here with his faithful HISSOC 2003-04 exco. Or part of it, anyway. The restaurant was Rice Table, and yes that is indeed a lot of food.




Later, with the cake he shared with Nizam. You will notice that for some odd reason I can never smile for the camera. Trying to figure that one out, myself.

A very enjoyable Sunday evening was had by all, but I do believe I was a little too honest when I told Kwok directly that his notes back in JC were all but useless... I did not twist the blade I had stuck into him by telling him that a single class discussion Zihao and I created was infinitely more useful than his stacks and stacks of Crisis of Communism notes and readings. And it had a good Soviet joke at the end, too. Truly, many trees died without a cause under his hand.

No money coming in this week; fortunately, not going out so often either, because everyone else has to work. I am trying my best not to procrastinate, but it's been a failed effort thus far. Just like when I was a student, being forced by prior laziness into nightmare 5-hour Econs sessions the night before/morning of the paper. Those were seriously not funny, because after about four hours straight you get some really fucked up hallucinations like (I am not making this up) faceless people calling to you with average cost curves floating around in the background. Good times; I probably am going to revisit them soon.

What I must now do is get my driving licence at the first attempt on Friday, because it will be a bloody expensive affair if I don't, and heaven knows it's already cost enough. What happened today does not bode well, however. Two days before my test and I'm still nearly causing accidents. Don't know what the fuck was up today because I could not do a damn thing right on four wheels.

Hope it isn't the same on Friday.