Lest I Forget.

I was still and still am in Melbourne.

Holed up in a square 13 floors above,
Papers, magic colors, maltesers, M&Ms (of both guilty pleasure and burn it alive for safe measure types) sprawled over masses of white and spilling over and to the green,
The past 48 hours has been an overdose of Malaysian + Singaporean kiasu-ism, bordering the causeway's insanity on the eve of a public holiday.

I'm sure study time, whereever you are, has been exactly like this:

See you at the finish line!