There's something ironic about two people seated in a cafe above the crowds watching couples go by, moaning about love lost and love to come, while the world looks on and assumes they themselves are a couple. Irony of Cupid! 'Tis a cruel fate that Eros should loose an arrow at every heart save mine. When will the day come when mud cake tastes sweeter than chocolate, and Earl Grey be grey no more?

In other news, the debaters' gathering on Saturday was a success. Food was sufficient, and everyone was happy. As for me, I succumbed to a stomachache after consuming oreo ice-cream and chocolate mousse cake simultaneously...

Here's to adri, and her bright future at Imperial College, London! Goodbye, farewell, come back soon! (I'm beginning to realise how terrible I am at writing cards or wishing people farewell...)

Meanwhile the stormclouds gather and the promos have reached us at last. I can only pray that I will maintain a calm mind tomorrow for GP. God help us all.

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vicks: ah yes, how could I have forgotten about you. No wonder there was something conspicuously missing from the class that day. Don't worry, I still love you. You're one of those special few who make life in school bearable. :)