I used to have a private tutor who drops by at my house twice a week to give me lessons on BM, English and Math. I had her for more than 5 years which was by and large a huge part of my primary schooling years and to a certain extent my childhood. As I was about to begin Standard Six, I vividly recall how she dropped the motherload of all bombshells then - she is migrating to overseas with her family in order for her to pursue her further education.

Back then, either I was too young to grasp the nature of such news or I was being completely yellow about it, that even till this day, I still feel that we did not part on good terms. Of late, I have been thinking of her much more than the usual 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' case. Flashbacks of the good ol' days keep on replaying in my mind like some broken recorder.

I may not have much mementos to cherish her these days as I reminisce about her, safe for my fallible memory. I know not of her last name nor of her current whereabouts for that matter. To make matters worse, all those years spent together, and I don't even have a single picture of her. As aforementioned, all I have now are intangible memories of her, two picture frames and a mee rebus recipe.

Nonewithstanding, I am telling myself, someday in the distant or not so distant future, should when I bump into her on the streets or in some other continent - I will know that it's her. No doubt about it. I will be running to her and give her a big hug. Perhaps, it's a good thing after all that we did not part on good terms.

'Cause it wasn't really a goodbye.

On Jun 11th, I had my last A Level paper. Finally! - I say. My pre-uni days have come and gone, taking away a year of my life with it. Towards the end of the course, it felt as if I was devoting a large chunk of my life in the presence of solitude and isolation. All classes had come to an end by then. I was a stay at home student for through out the one month. Although, I am the sort of guy who enjoys his personal space more than anything else, prolonged periods of being cooped up with a recurring routine can really kill one's spirit.

Undoubtedly, I had my fun and the not-so-fun moments during the year as well, but should anyone ask me on anyday and I will still tell them, I am gladly leaving the year behind. In reality, though the one year was barely enough to cover the syllabus but I find myself at times secretly wishing for June to arrive. Now that it's finally here, I find myself heaving a sigh of relief.

On a side note, I am also in need of a jump start. I feel like some rusty antique car abandon in some junkyard for ages. No kidding. Besides, the glaring inactivity in this blog prior to this, there are many things that I have left behind/put off for the past few months, ie making social contact and figuring out my vocation etc. I really need to pick up the pieces and figure out a way to navigate through them. My routine of course will need to undergo a major haul, but as of now, am loving every bit of it.

Behold, the dot of my life! But it is not thou's conventional use of a period to indicate the end of a sentence (or anything else for that matter). Rather, it's a definitive goal to work towards to.

It's time to hit the panic button. With 7 more weeks to go, I can't help but being OMGWTFBBQ over the whole thing. God, have mercy on my soul? I don't think so. I feel old.