After a nice hearty (and a lil oily) lunch cooked by myself

I am reminded of the times when pa would come home around lunch time, armed with food and snacks and (on mondays) a copy of 8days for sy and me (a fight as to who gets to read the mag first would thus ensue, sometimes ending up ugly -- but heck i missed those bickering).

As I peered into the time machine, I realized that it is finally time for me to grow up. I will force the damned tears down and try to my very best not to let the longing engulf me. Afterall its only four more days.

And in paofu's words: Only a 50 metre stretch left! YADA!