Sunday's been a depressing day. Mom's having a break from work, but after realising the amount I've accumulated over the past one week, all thoughts of how I've planned to spend my weekend were brushed aside. Even when mom was leaving for grocery shopping, I was held back by the endless heap of tutorials which awaited me patiently on that never-was-it-so-hateful table. Sigh* I've only myself to blame. It was only after an entire afternoon of tutorials that I finally decided to give myself a break. After dinner, I went out to meet my OAC mates at Tampines central. Matthew had invited me yesterday, so I thought why not? They had gone for their kayaking 2 star's final day today an intimidating 6-km route to kayak, and the 8-km morning run added salt to the wound. But I thought it had to be really fun. At Mcdonald's KO mentioned about some chemical reaction that he was so keen to perform for us. Only Matthew and me had not seen it before, and poof*, only I was dumb enough to fall for it. *Gritting teeth*. Then there was this very emotional talk going on between me and 7 other people, maybe 2 since Tongs and KO seemed to be the only one who responded to what I said. Well, for the first time they seemed to finally be serious and talked about all the great passions and great things about OAC. Actually before I went out, I've already decided. In fact, I've made up my mind numerous times already, but each time dismissed by an encouraging talk about this "it's only 1 more month" thing. Well, that's not the factor actually, KO. Don't have to emphasise that, because I don't really care about the instructor-ship. Or should I put it this way, getting that or not has never played any part in helping me to decide on whether to stay on. But one thing was new, Joanne's plight last Wednesday. I've heard from my friend something about seeing Joanne struggling near the Sports Complex area, but never did I expect it to be so serious. Hyper-ventilation? No idea what's that, but I guess that's really serious. Compare with my asthma? Not comparable. Hyper- ventilation is a one-time thing, but asthma's a prolonged one, and if it ever comes back, I guess it will stay for good, I mean for bad. Nevertheless, I admire her courage to stay on. Serious. *Salute* I was rather speechless just now, because they made sense, while me? I thought mine became just excuses. But after that, I think about it again, and Joanne's two word struck me- passion died. Perhaps she was right, perhaps my passion had died already, perhaps the passion never existed. After all, my reason for staying has always been that single- due to my teammates, and never the passion thing. That should be the difference between us all bah. And all that excuses, they've killed the never-exist passion even more? But anyway, thanks for the balloons. Many people looked at me when I carried it aboard the bus, but still, I like them. =) A final thank you to you guys for everything, especially that wonderful memories we had. I promise sometime later I will return something to you all=)