Desmond did quite well tonight in learning a vocabulary table tonight, to the delight of me and Dad. We have finally made some progress after months. I hope a minor success tonight will repose more confidence in him, of which he has none, and to to whom is most important at the moment. 

In many ways I think Desmond is a better person than I am. He is more generous, selfless, and caring about his families. But he has also been a victim of my mom manifest preference to me since boyhood. He has handled it quite well but fails to hide his disappointment sometimes. 

Dad is grateful for my decision I can tell, I should say in what he will call a sacrifice, was beyond his expectation. Anyway I only have one brother in my life. Fate wills us to meet. I cherish such chance, and only see it as a fortune to have a brother of such great character. 

My academic work has long been put side since I left Adelaide. I have not read much for the past two weeks. Only Elie Wiesel "Night" and a few speeches. Having just started the Alain de Botton "essays in love", a light-hearted collection of prose revolving around his philosophical thoughts and his personal amorous experience. It does not bring many ideas in a way we see the world. But the way he wrote was indeed interesting and deserved to be learnt from.