Hmmm... Happy Fasting to Muslims. The second line of the post for two months back and probably you think that's it? Pa-the-tic i knowww but nonono. I shall not let this diary of mine drift away. As usual i'm sorry to a few of you who often ask me earnestly to update.You people lift my spirit. Add value to blog eyy. Aaand babe, it makes me think i'm some successful writer known everywhere on the surface of this beautiful planet. My family name doesn't consist of Patterson or Rowlings.. Ahha ahha.

Anyway, I'm suppose to narrate about today don't I? Yes for an answer then let this chap begin. Do set your mind free and imagine!

I know it's dusk as my hands began to grope for the vibration which conditioned me to separate me from my dream. Mathematical Games and Puzzle. The lesson i know I'll be smiling throughout the 45 minutes journey to the classroom every Monday morning. I stop the alarms of the handphones, stared at the 3 x 3.5cm screens and wait for something magical to happen. "One.. two.. three.." Still nooo messages. Ain't something new. Suddenly everyone becomes Santa busy wrapping up gifts. With a bit of bitterness in me, I dragged Mr Bony to the bathroom hopeful for a freshing start. The naked figure staring back at me seems fearless in terms of size and weight but only to realize it was Mr Bony.

"Hold me now I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking"The sound of music marks the start of my journey. Train's sliding doors appears like gates to Heaven, as they rush to get themselves seated, ignoring the needy, ignoring anyone else. As usual, I stood by the door, gaze through the glass door, as I find nothing on the inside, interest me anymore. Before, I smiled at anyone whenever there're eye contact as it cheered me up, still do. Knowing there's nothing much I can do, I keep changing tracks to the recently uploaded songs till i step foot in classroom.

The lecturer's worried that I have been missing for the past two of his lesson, I told myself. Think Mr Quek who is in early 30s as a pillow. He's that soft but never once I took advantage of him or a matter of fact, any of my lecturer. True enough he gave me this worried and at the same time concern look when he return to class. I felt something at stake, my grade, even when he called couple of days back. But no, he gave me an assuring smile as he walked up to me and handed a piece of paper, today's work. "2nd chance" he said as he fixed his eyes at the title a book next to my bag. One hell of an irony I thought and responded with a shy smile. Till the end of the enjoying lesson I made a bookmark with first understanding binary numbers. The next few hours, I rest in the library.