i remember. sometimes, my mom would be staying there. nearer to my kindergarten. nearer to my primary school. that was a long time ago. a very long long time ago. i don't feel like crying. don't make me. thanks to monsoon cup. (only) for making me going and making me pass by all those relics of the past. well, the house is indeed the relic. unchanged by men but time. the school though has gone through so many face-lifts. only the memory of it is the relic. the present structure is not. whatever...even if you're interested to know...
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