I am currently still in the process of spring cleaning the study - there are books and random pieces of paper inside here that should be chucked out years ago. I don't know how bro manages to find his stuff among all the rubble (most are his). I'm also currently looking silly because of my lab goggles that I insist on wearing to prevent them dust from getting into my eyes. Been having allergic conjuctivitis since I arrived home and it's nasty. My antihistamine eye drops are running low. . . In the midst of all these cleaning and sorting out books, I found 3 pages of essay from 6 years ago. It's mine, and it's something personal that I wrote about my dad for Mdm Julia's Singapore English class. I got the highest mark that week in class but the essay was never read out (contrary to the class tradition), but I know Mdm Julia made a copy for herself to keep. I got a chance to read it again today - I've forgotten all about it until I found it. Reading it made me tear a little, and reminded me of all the childhood stories about him that I used to hear. . . We've been blessed. Mom and dad are now a long way from being dirt poor, but I think I take it for granted sometimes. It's good to be reminded once a while that education, honest hard work and will power are required to succeed in life, because I do tend to forget.