My tagbox has disappeared! Why am I so unfortunate with technology? It makes no sense, because I haven't edited my template. Maybe it's a temporary glitch. I'll wait and see. In the meantime, feel free to comment on the comments page.

It's been a whole week since I blogged. Quite an eventful week, full of stress and excitement. Excitement = stress?

Anyway, just to update, I got the Lit S paper. So, more work for me. I don't know how I'm going to finish four Shakespearean texts in a term and a half, but I'll do it with God's grace. I mean, if He allowed me to get the S paper, I'm going to trust He can see me safely through this year, intact.

We reviewed the new J1s this week for debating. I'm going to give a cautious nod of approval at some of their potential, but because I haven't seen most of them I can't say anything much beyond that. They have shown skills we didn't expect, considering how most, or all, of them have practically no debating experience.

I attended the Annual Conference of Feedback Groups yesterday. It was quite an eye opener for me, because I never realised there were so many angry people in Singapore. One after another they swamped the dialogue session with angry questions and complaints, pressurising the poor committees, who repeatedly stressed that they were just volunteers. And then when the Health Minister arrived, they questioned him all the same. Really interesting day. The food was good though! I liked the prawns.

We bumped into Sheryl and Andrew after the conference, or rather Sheryl saw us then appeared before me. What a pleasant surprise. The last time I saw Andrew was during orientation. He has this lovely stubble that I wish I could have. Some people have the ability to carry off stubble well, for example, as much as I hate to say it, Bryan. I can't. My hair just come out of my chin in a mish mash of directions, and it's too sparse. I think it has something to do with the scar on my chin. When I was much younger I banged my chin real hard on the sales counter of the Cold Storage supermarket in Ngee Ann City. It was a rather bloody experience. I was rushed off to Mount Elizabeth Hospital where I vividly recalled being operated on while conscious. The doctor applied anaesthetic to my chine and sewed it up, at the same time managing to make friendly conversation with me. I think my mother was pale with worry.

So anyway, because of that, I now have a scar on my chin, and I think it's obstructing the full growth of my stubble.

Ha, it was nice seeing Andrew and Sheryl walk off. They look quite good together, like a pleasant picture of marital bliss. Oops, forgive me, I meant, um, relational bliss. And then later, when Beni pointed out Secret Recipe and said what memories that place held, it felt like I had come slightly full circle, if there is such a phrase. Oh well, oh well.

Lots of homework to do.