Sunday, July 01, 2007

My Last Paper

It was discouraging when one of the candiates sitting in front of me was writing profusely over a spread of 5-6 pages while I had this writer's block.


And the feeling was weird when I walked out of the door. So this is it?


When Sophia emerged out of the room, we were like... "Yeah. We finally did it."


There wasn't any celebration or any sort. Just the three of us chatting over lunch at Long John's.





Gerrie threw a little celebration for me at Dian Xiao Er. The roasted duck in ginseng was absolutely good. But I can't say for sure which is better: the duck or the mushroom.


Conclusion: Everything is nice. But expensive.


I ended my night with my trusty friend: a bottle of 640ml Heineken. Bothered about the conversation I just had.


Sigh.


Blackathy, 1:35 AM

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