The Gradual Rise and Fall

That is probably my last photo of a beautiful sunrise from Lasalle@Goodman Road. The sun shone so bright that Monday morning. I sat by the edge of the roof and waited for the light to come. The rising sun was so gradual, so gentle, it didn't hurt my eyes to be staring at the burning ball tossed in the sky even when I hadn't shut them for more than 30 hours or so. I will miss that lovely place so much.

I didn't manage to complete a component of my Production Methods module because all the sewing could just drive me crazy. But I'm certain I did my best. For that, I am absolutely pleased. To quote Max Ehrmann, "be gentle with yourself". So I took it easy.

I started work today already, though I barely rested. My new workplace is another lovely place to be at. There is a mini garden at the back and everyone who goes there indulge in sweet and nice italian pastry, gourmet coffee and irish sandwiches. All the shophouses are lined with expensive cottage-like decorations. The ladies prance around gaily in branded dresses and one gentleman whom I spoke with today was absolutely well-mannered and gallant. I hardly get to describe a man as gallant, because I have met few. I then began to see how some boys have never had their eyes raised above the horizons because of football.

After work, Jac picked me up and we went to celebrate the end of my first year in Lasalle and the end of her tutoring term at the university. We went on a shopping frenzy. I say we, even though I am extremely poor at this moment, because she paid for my expenses! So there comes yet another Buffalo David Bitton merchandise for me (they should really make me a prestige member). "See, someone dotes on you!" she exclaimed. I could only smile and hold her hand. Before long, we were standing before a huge long palette of ice cream flavors. I was allowed to have a choice of two flavors, but I settled for just my favourite one. We shared about the greatest things in our lives over dinner. She always has been there for me.

Come August, she will be somewhere halfway across the world. And I fear going into her room every night just to find it empty. How come the dearest people in my life always drift further and further away from me gradually. Like, that silly good friend of mine who always said she will call me, but has yet to, for many months now.