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Yeah. It’s an amazing feeling. Once a week I experience it - on the day I return to hall.

Every Sunday night, papa and mummy will send me back. Mummy will help me change my bedsheet. (yes, I’m such a lousy pok). Today, mummy ironed my clothes that were left to hang dry. She even helped me hole-punched my papers. :)

Papa taught me accountancy. At least I know a little more than I did last week. Not as lost as before even though I still stare blankly at the tutorials. But this time, it’s only the tutorials and not the textbook and notes so HAHAHA. :D

All I did as a form of thanks was to kiss them on their cheeks.

I don’t know what will happen to me without my parents.

My sister says I’m being stretched mentally, physically and socially. I think she’s right. I AM on the path to self-destruction. Like sleeping at 4am and waking up at 8am. Plus crying.