The days of our youth.

The days of our youth.

I was very fortunate to revisit the three happiest years of my teenage life: first at the alumni session back at TP, then at the HTMIG reunion dinner.

I maintain that the TP air smells different. A whiff brings with it a flood of memories: the late-night IG meetings, the Business School corridor, chilling out between classes at Jupiter Cafe... I can't believe it's been almost three years since we graduated!





Prior to attending a gathering, we often wonder how much people have changed.



It is a beautiful surprise to realize that while we have all grown, we are still fundamentally very much the same.

The invisible driving force.

The invisible driving force.
feeling: mental saturation
music: kami lyle - lover man

Some are lucky enough to be born knowing it, but many spend their lives in a desperate search. They cling onto an inkling, only to make mistakes. Some give up the fight, choosing to dwell in a self-dug rut.

Me? I came home, sat down with my laptop, and worked right through the sunset. That invisible force holds me captive, and I crave the realm where time ceases to exist. I'm holding on to this inkling, crossing my fingers it would be more than just a temporary fixation.

Jasmine related the story of the old man at Chinatown with her usual story-telling gusto. Still, I momentarily speechless when she told of how she wrote a letter, got it vetted in the wee hours of the morning, and proceeded to send it out to the various authorities. I was humbled by the passion and compassion she had in her, and I honestly don't know if I would have gone to such lengths if I were in her shoes. Good on you, babe!

The Hospitality & Tourism Management Interest Group
Farewell Potluck

President Khoo


Theme: Food of Singapore


Telling me which way to run to.


HTMIG 05/06


Bon voyage, babe.