Just how amazing our paths will never cross. I had not been there, when you were. Now that you are coming, I'm leaving. Leaving for good. CC sucks.

Received an sms. A well wish in text, meaningless to the eyes, as it only serves as a medium for interpretation, but it was defintely comforting to a mind facing an uncertainty that could well be a merciless scorn--Yes, scorn, can anything be ever badder than that. You know, it hurts, or it would've hurt, those from her, or those from her for the supposed. If it should be true... I don't know.
Sorry, but I haven't got the mood to let you know of my appreciation for those forwarded words. But you shall know it anyway, here. Thank you, KaiLi.

Finally I'm done with The Sea. I have this stereotype of award winning novels to be lengthy, but this isn't at all. In fact it's really short. As I later come to learn for myself, it's "so distilled and intense in its cumulative strength". By no means can it be doubtful that John Banville, like so many others complimented, is a master of the English language; I could never do without the dictionary every few paragraphs. Lolz. The narration written so prose-like. Beautiful. The plot, I wouldn't say it's of an original. But still, it's captivating enough.
I must confess though, that some parts, no matter how hard I tried to comprehend, just won't make any sense at all. Haha. Perhaps I'm just not the literature type, after all. Overall, as New York Times puts it, yea: An emotional odyssey. Here's one interesting review.

It wasn't my first time out there in public whom passers-by will look out for in a distant and inch away as they approach in your direction, in a diagonal fashion, never straight, as I come to discover. It's a job fit only for the thick skinned, if not, the desperate. I mean, come on, admit it, we all shun away from street side promoters don't we? Those palm- flashings, smiles that never seemed more impatient to kick you out of sight. It isn't a flag day issue this time round, but an activist, a volunteer activitist that is.. haha, trying to scan for potential free-time-givers. To ask people for their precious time is almost impossible task for us motivators, as they call it. Of course, there will be the one in a million who will be ever willing to pause their footings at your call and listen to you say your peace. Nice people they are. It's all worth the effort I thought, when someone came up, patted on my shoulder and said, "you're doing a good job". That's like, wow. Thanks, whoever that was, for making my day.

I've made aquitance with many, there at the givin tree. Thanks to the two from YJ for your company through that five ever-lasting hours. And those cute little malay ladies from NBSS too!

Tutoring program was to come the day after. It didn't quite turn out the way I'd imagined--since when do things occur as expected. A female tutor whom I've had one encounter with on the dance floor during O2 came without a tutee and snatched one of mine and we ended up sharing a table. So how am I supposed to get 'intimate' with my boi boi!? Talking about this humpty dumpty, he's real cute. I'd adopted the teach-less-learn-more concept on him too in order to get him prepared for a harsher learning route ahead, to nicely put it. I'm sure it will work. =D