A few days back, Weihao and I were chased out at 2am by two guys wearing bike helmets with walkie talkies blazing instructions to them. Apparently, we were illegally preventing the closure of the seminar room, thus triggering an alarm that alerted everyone else but us. A day later, we were sweating it out in the mosquitoes-infested canteens trying to figure out what I had really missed out from the numerous lessons I had missed. It appears to me that the things I remembered in class are not more than the new names that were introduced to me. Nevertheless, our fellowship remains strong. Kenny, Lynette and Yiwen just as hardworking, Tim just as crappy, Fai just as sarcastic, Antonio just as mysterious, Xiaohan just as sleepy. And a few miscues. Beng Keok remembered wrongly as Boon Keng. Jianliang seen as Jialiang. And a few laughters. Yiqiang being the funniest of them all. AS USUAL, every class will have the TURNOFF of the year. This time being the lonely Lydia always trying to find a friend, always slanting her eyes to catch a glimpse of what the fellowship is doing, always trying to eavedrop and hopefully join in, always looking at you disgustingly, always trying to get your number and then your MSN and everyone's else, always turning you off. She yucks me totally. Alright, enough of the 'tipsy lady'. Class is ending soon. The exams are coming, as if it's not yet a known fact. It's time to show what stuff we're made of exactly, man. Meanwhile, let us sing a long and enjoy this very moment. I say, let the games begin!