It seems we never really write about how we really feel or think in our blogs anymore. Maybe those thoughts are too private.

You know how songs can take you back in time? I've just downloaded some "oldies" from Kazaa by Sandy Lam and some other chinese singers. Well, what do you expect these songs to be? Yes, fatalistic sappy chinese love songs. But hey, they're nice and they bring me back in time to those good ol' old days at NUS. It's like all a sudden I am transported back in time to campus and I'm walking through it in my mind. I can piece together the building, the different blocks, where the passages and the staircases lead to, where the LTs are, where my locker is and even how the toilets were like.

My locker was in a dingy little spot at the bottom of a flight of staircase and it was almost right outside the female toilet.

There was this particular Econs tutir named Lim Boon Tiong that I particularly liked NOT because he was good looking or what but because he was a good lecturer and a good tutor. In fact, he looked like the classic "uncle" you see on the streets. He taught me Financial Econs, which I failed on first attempt and got a B the next semester when I repeated. It's because of him that I now am very cautious of the seemingly good rates that bankers and insurance agents quote to me, because he taught us how the numbers were used to calculate figures to show impressive but unreliable results, though I've forgotten how to calculate them.

I still keep all my econs notes and books. They're all stored into boxes and put into the storeroom - like a time capsule. All my maths notes and books are there too.

Come to think of it, it wasn't that easy getting that degree in Maths.