and this is for MS NG CHENG TENG, whose name i conveniently forgot.

i guess she's so well integrated into part of my life, just like the doormat, my patrick slippers, my toothbrush, my pilot g2 pen, my pl3232 textbook, my bedsheet, that i forget to acknowledge her existence.

without her, days would be mundane lectures with growling stomachs and sleepy eyelids.
esther,



how could i have hall breakfast without you?