So I visited the new campus yesterday. I couldn't recognise my old secondary school anymore. It's gone. Gone! And now the whole place feels so cramped. Like a bunch of HDB blocks all lumped together.

It was only yesterday that I realised that every school building I've studied in is now either gone or changed beyond recognition. My secondary school is now my JC. My primatry school has been remodelled, but it's still at the same location. My secondary school now has a new campus. The only building that remains relatively unchanged is the old school building up on Woodsville, now called the Diocese Centre. Now that building brings back memories, although they lie so far back in time they've gotten rather vague and sepia-toned in my mind.

Then after finishing our grand tour of the school we left for lunch. Almost. Just as we passed through the MRT gates Vicks realised she hadn't brought along her EZLink card. So, Dai Wei and I waited. And waited. And waited. I never realised one could lose track of time within Potong Pasir station. But there you have it. We did. I'm sorry Vicks, but your escapades just make such good material for blogging.

My day ended with a Sec 4 class reunion. Jason came back to Singapore 5 minutes before Christmas, which incidentally also happens to be his birthday. But he's leaving again so soon: this Saturday. Well, it was good to see him anyway. He doesn't seem to have changed much apart from his hair. Maybe, if I have enough time and money, I'll go visit him at the end of next year.

Things are getting very disturbing in the Tan household. Yes, I found it more disturbing than amusing, I don't know why. It was nearly enough to give me goosebumps last night. America, ohh America, such beguiling charms you have... But you shall never invade Cuba!