Wednesday, November 08, 2006

For some reason or another, my sinuses are back to plague me. But I'm pretty much fine, save for the drowsiness that seems to grow with each successive sneeze.

Anyway, the trip back to TMS was a waste of time. The General Office didn't have it, and Ms Shirin's on sick leave, and for two weeks too. Argh. All this trouble for one bloody piece of paper.

Met Mdm Liang, my Chinese teacher in Upper Secondary, on the bus home. And we talked about school. It got me thinking about my former teachers, like Mr Chong, who taught me Chinese in Primary 5. I think his lessons were the very first Chinese lessons I ever enjoyed. Sure, he had a terrible temper, but he was entertaining, and made Chinese simple and strangely enough, applicable. Now, why did I suddenly think about him? Well, its simple enough. You see, I've seen him around pretty often lately, probably since he's retired, but not once have I said "Hi". Each and every time I pass him, his eyes have that flicker of recognisation. He knows me from somewhere, sometime. I can see it, I can feel it. But no acknowledgement, nothing. Pass him without a word, like just anyone on the street, and carry on with my mindless chores. For all his hard work, he doesn't deserve this. Assignments, deadlines... to hell with them.

One word, just one. That's all I need.

i heard the crickets at 5:14 pm

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