OHmy OHmy haha. it’s pouring outside.. the skies are inkyblack.
but i received a teacher’s day card in the mail from my exstudent. she’s worried because of results, and while i am not sure how to encourage, i can only say i believe in each and everyone of you!! (if you happen to stumble upon this message.)
thank you for saying all the things you said. i am humbled.
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I am a romantic. But I wish I wasn’t. I have seen While You Were Sleeping six times when I was in secondary school and consider Love Actually to be an ultimate favourite. Many reduce it to fluff, but it’s not really. Honestly. Because if you have ever tried writing a script, you will realise that to intertwine four separate stories together and still come out with a cohesive narrative is v. challenging. I like ITMFL and WongKarWai because the images and music always evoke a longing.I have a habit of drinking milk bubble tea with pearls and jelly when I am sad. There is something about chewing the jelly and the pearls, the tenacity and elasticity, the way the jaws clamp down and grind against each other. I have been sleeping, head lying against my staffroom table lately. I think the notion of blue shadows on the snow is gently calming but steeped and tinted with loneliness around the edges. I think Bollywood movies are romantic and the lyrics daring and poetic. I wish I had a sari.
It is hard to surprise me. It is even harder to leave me speechless, and so it’s cool when I am ever at a lost for words. I tend to apologise for everything and more so when/if I play badminton. I like theatres and musicals. I like colours. I like that you were reading Nelson Mandela when you waited for Di and I. I like that you never finished that book. Yet.
I wish I could experience everyday things with you. I miss you.
