Japanese Classes, hangout with K

Yesterday was a nice walk down memory lane, and a realisation of how much my thoughts have changed with the times.

I went for a haircut once again after such a *long* time. I have been deliberating on chopping my long locks as they do not look as nice as I will hope I look like. I spent a whopping $70 bucks on a huge bottle of wax and the haircut, which is so short that I think it reminds me of national service! J, the hairstylist I frequent, commented that he did some intricate cuts of longs and shorts at the crown area such that they cover the gaps in my hair. Great! I don't see a difference!

As usual I went for my Japanese class, glad that it is the weekend. It is really the highlight of the week for me these days. A new classmate that joined us last week withdrew, so that leaves with only 4 of us! A classmate was joking that we have at least paid school fees for this term so we will not face eviction this time... but who knows about the next!

Finishing Japanese class, I waited for K which would be our last time together for some time in Singapore after he leaves for MIT to pursue his doctorate next Tuesday. It was quite a bittersweet evening, where I first led him to Newton Circus to have dinner before spending a few memorable moments at the old MOELC where we first met each other. I presented him a bottle of saga seeds which he seemed touched and I was glad that it evoked fond memories. I hope he brings it with him to the States though frankly, I am not really that concerned as that is another expectation that I am levying on someone else. So that's given, and it will be up to him to decide what he will like to do with it.

He then had a craving for Bedok bak chor mee, so we took a bus from Newton to Bedok Reservoir which took us barely less than an hour (surprisingly fast!). We had stingray, he had a bowl of famous pork porridge and we then walked back up to Anglican High. Last but not least we went to the airport, running mentally through the last moments of his days in Singapore that takes place next Tuesday.

What have I learnt about myself from that experience? Firstly, it was a funny feeling that I am truly independent and not at all relying on his every word. My answers to the conversations were non-commital and quite half-hearted. I felt like a distant person, though not that of an acquintance nor a stranger. I just felt... myself. I am... me!