To put it bluntly, it's an exhibitionist studying environment. Few get the mood to study from other reasons than the scary environment they see before their eyes. But I don't mean to make it sound terrifying. Yes, recess periods often mean the study room, the bountiful study benches and the library is working at possibly two-thirds capacity, but it isn't all that pressurising. After a while, one tends to get used to it.

But I digress. So last night, I was lying awake and thinking about the fact that nowadays, due to a variety of reasons, (exam period, Joel's after-exam 'break' to name the more temporary ones) I find myself alone with my parents when it comes to lunches out. No help to the socialite nature of my older brother, or the studious nature of my eldest brother, (who also happened to come from MJ, but that's besides the point. Isn't it?) and then I find myself thinking about the good old days.

While this post was born from a desire to reminisce old days with my family, I felt it would be a little unlinked with some friends. So I preferred to think some more about the markedly eccentric events during our stay in Damai.

I Don't know whether you recall those memories with the same fondness, but I think you probably would. No more slow reaction time to the standing up for the morning assembly. No more of Mr Leong spending two and a half periods trying to learn how to twirl a pen in his hand from a 15 year old, in front of a captivated class. No more of Miss Carol's dislike for 'naughty children', or Mr. Cho's sarcasm-laced remarks either. Clearly, they've been replaced by other memories of PAE, the old 403 and more recent' but less well-etched memories. It's a pity to keep them in a library so far from reference though, in the recesses of my mind when they're ones that really touch a chord.

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