And Finally....

The day arrived. Donned the harry porter robe once again. The setting is somewhat different this time. I was my own chauffeur to school. My passenger - Mrs Lim Cheong Ling.

" Do i look ok in this outfit? " "Yes you do mum.." She was eager and excited for the occasion and am sure she silently prayed for his presence. It felt like he was out of town.. one of those days.

The campus brought great memories. Painful nights spent rushing projects, assignments and discussions. " Where are you headed to after work today?? " " Back to school" - I'd exclaim. "Oh..poor thing.." Yes, i got that alot, alot and alot.. It was depressing at the initial stages. Subsequently, it was part of my routine. A routine which gave some meaning to time spent. Well at least i'd wish and viewed it upon as time well spent.

Soy milk, fillet-o fish, sugar rolls and sandwiches were the fav dinner staples. Tcc coffee was the default hang-out plc with "the gang". The stroll to campus, the gaze out of windows during breaks felt just like yesterday. Not forgetting the chauffeured rides on sat evenings and sunday mornings+ afternoons by him. I felt i was priority... thank you daddy..

I wished she had company on saturday.. mebbe she did :) ok am sure she did.

On hindsight, the journey felt unreal. Too quick, and as mentioned to a fellow graduand.. i need closure.. some sort of a gradual closure. Perhaps it all started with a dream- a dream filled by realism with time.

Perhaps thats how things should be... dream a little dream...