I have just eaten the best ice-cream flavour in the world: APPLE PIE, from the beloved Island Creamery. Oatmeal cookie bits ground to create the crust-like texture echoing last mouthfuls of every pie you've ever had, with sweet bursts of baked apple in every milky scoop. It instantly recalled Blyton-created worlds where the child could eat anything he wanted in one bowl of soup, one stick of gum - hey wait. I remember.

The ice-cream man was standing with his little cart, handing out ice-creams for nothing. They were enormous, and you could have any flavour you liked.
"You've only got to say 'Chocolate!' or 'Lemon!' or 'Pineapple!' and the man just dips his hand in and brings you out the right kind," said Moon-Face happily.
- Enid Blyton, The Folk of the Faraway Tree

No, I haven't rapidly lost 10 of my 18.5 years, but don't tell me you expressed no flash of child-like, Land-of-Treats delight at the Island Creamery counter!
I finished all the peanut-butter cookies from the jar I broke, pretending they were star-shaped, because Shlomi bakes them. In the course of last week, I helped paint a world map, realised, with mixed horror and delight,
a) the demise of Harry's world as we know it,
b) Huixin has been overheard gossiping on the phone about Boys, teenage-like,
Also made Gen exercise with long long walk from Jelita to Ghim Moh to her house to watch a parody of... burgers (i.e. Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle), felt disaster at the gaping holes in our history syllabus (has anyone noticed how we weren't taught what happened to Cuba? Or East Germany directly after WW2? Or I have simply suffered from reading about 1/18th of the history readings?).
There is something truly embarrassing about being seen buying line-dance VCDs, especially if you are under 40.
Being Informed can be a tedious process on the morning of July 16. Did you know that you are forbidden to lock any of your luggage if you are flying to the US, cos they are at liberty to rip into it for dangerous objects? The customs guy was from Texas, who despite stern title yahooed when a speaker said she was from Indiana U and jovially gave us all Immigration Special Agent pins.
Typing this, I noticed something alien. Han isn't around. She's at the SMU camp drowning in mud. That's something I have to get used to. The homesickness that could very well happen brushes the edges of my mind, but is there any point in getting homesick... before leaving home?