10: Don't let another day go by without taking a chance on happiness.

離婚酒店

他和她結婚整整10年了，夫妻間已經沒有任何衝動與情趣，他越來越覺得自己對她幾乎就是一種程式與義務，他開始厭煩起了她，尤其是單位新調進了一個年輕活潑的女孩，對他發起了瘋狂的進攻，他突然覺得她是自己的第二春，經過再三考慮，他決定和她離婚..

她似乎也麻木了，很平靜地答應了他，兩個人一起走進了民政部門..

手續辦得很順利，出門後，兩個人已經是各自獨立的自由人了，不知為什麼，他心裡突然有種空落落的感覺，他看了看她：“天已經晚了，一起去吃點飯吧..”

她看了看他：“好吧，聽說新開了一家「離婚酒店」，專門執行離婚夫婦的最後一頓晚餐，要不咱們到那兒去看看。 ” 他點了點頭，兩人一前一後默默地走進了離婚酒店。

“先生女士晚上好。” 二人在包廂剛坐下，服務小姐便走了進來，“請問兩位想吃點兒什麼？”

他看了看她：“你點吧..” 她搖了搖頭：“我不常出來，不太清楚這些，還是你點吧。”

“對不起先生女士，我們離婚酒店有個規矩，這頓飯必須要由女士點先生平時最愛吃的菜，由先生點女士平時最愛吃的菜，這叫「最後的記憶」。 ” ¬

“那好吧，” 她理了理頭髮，“清蒸魚、溜蘑菇、拌木耳，記住，都不要放蔥薑蒜，我先生.. 這位先生他不吃這些。”

“先生呢？” 服務小姐看了看他。

他愣住了.. 結婚10年，他真的不知道老婆喜歡吃什麼。他張著嘴，尷尬地愣在了那兒..

“就這些吧，其實這是我們兩個人都愛吃的。”她連忙打起了圓場。 ¬

服務小姐笑了笑：“說實話，到我們離婚酒店來吃這最後一頓晚餐，所有的先生和女士其實都吃不下去什麼，所以這「最後的記憶」咱們還是不要吃了吧。就喝我們酒店特意為所有離婚人士準備的晚餐– 冷飲吧，這也是所有來的人都不拒絕的選擇..”

他與她都點了點頭：“那就來冷飲吧..”

很快，服務小姐送來了兩份冷飲，兩份飲料中一份淡藍一片，全是冰渣，一份滿杯紅潤，冒著熱氣。

“這份晚餐名叫「一半是火焰，一半是海水」，兩位慢用。 ”服務小姐介紹完退了下去。

包房裡靜悄悄的，兩個人相對而坐，一時竟不知道該說什麼好..

“篤篤篤！” 輕輕一陣敲門聲，服務小姐走了近來，托盤里托著一枝鮮豔的紅玫瑰：“先生，還記得您第一次給這位女士送花的情景嗎？現在一切都結束了，夫妻不成就當朋友，朋友要好聚好散，最後為女士送朵玫瑰吧..”

她渾身一抖，眼前又浮現出了10年前他給她送花的情景，那時，他們剛剛來到這座舉目無親的省城，什麼都沒有，一切從零開始。白天，他們四處找工作，努力拼搏.. 晚上，為了增加收入，她去晚市出小攤，他去給人家刷盤子。很晚很晚，他們才一起回到租住在地下室裡那不足10平米的小屋。日子很苦，可他們卻很幸福..

到省城的第一個情人節那天，他為自己買了第一朵紅玫瑰，她幸福得流下了眼淚.. 10年了，一切都好起來了，可兩個人卻走向了分離。她想著想著，淚水盈滿了雙眼，她擺了擺手說：“不用了..”

他也想起了過去的10年，他這才記起，自己已經有五六年沒有給她買過一枝玫瑰了.. 他擺了擺手：“不，要買..”

服務小姐卻拿起了玫瑰，“刷刷”兩下撕成了兩半，分別扔進了兩個人的飲料杯裡，玫瑰竟然溶解在了飲料裡。

“這是我們酒店特意用糯米製成的紅玫瑰，也是送給你們的第三道菜，名叫「映景的美麗」。先生女士慢用，有什麼需要直接叫我。 ”服務小姐說完，轉身走了出去..

“我.. ..” 他一把握住她的手，有些說不出話來..

她抽了抽手，沒有抽動，便不再動彈。兩個人靜靜地對視著，什麼也說不出來。

“啪！” 突然，燈熄了，整個包房裡漆黑一片，外面警鈴大作，一股煙味兒飄了進來。

“怎麼了？” 兩個人急忙站了起來。

“店起火了，大家馬上從安全通道走！快！” 外面，有人聲嘶力竭地喊了起來。

“老公！” 她一下撲進了他的懷裡：“我怕！”

“別怕！”他緊緊摟住她：“ 親愛的，有我呢.. 走，往外衝！”

包廂外面燈光通明，秩序井然，什麼都沒有發生。

服務小姐走了過來：“對不起，先生女士，讓兩位受驚了。酒店並沒有失火，煙味兒也是特意往包房裡放的一點點，這是我們的第四道菜，名叫「內心的選擇」。請回包廂..”

他和她回到了包廂，燈光依舊。

他一把拉她：“親愛的，服務小姐說得對，剛才那才是你我內心真正的選擇..其實，我們誰都離不開誰，明天咱們重新結婚吧？”

她咬了咬嘴唇：“你願意嗎？”

“我願意，我現在什麼都明白了，明天一早咱就去辦結婚。小姐，買單..” 他說著喊了起來。 ¬

服務小姐走了近來，遞給兩人一人一張精緻的紅色清單： “先生女士好，這是兩位的帳單，也是本酒店的最後一道贈品，名叫「永遠的帳單」，請兩位永遠保存吧..”

他看著帳單，眼淚淌了下來。 “你怎麼了？” 她連忙問道。他把帳單遞給了她：“親愛的，我錯了，我對不起你..”

她打開帳單一看，只見上面寫著：

~~~

一個溫暖的家，

兩隻操勞的手，

三更不熄等您歸家的燈，

四季注意身體的叮囑，

無微不至的關懷，

六旬婆母的微笑，

起早貪黑對孩子的照顧，

八方維護您的威信，

九下廚房為了您愛吃的一道菜，

十年為您逝去的青春..

這就是您的妻子..

~~~

“老公，您辛苦了，這些年也是我冷漠了你。” 她也把自己的那份帳單遞給了他。他打開帳單，只見上面寫著：

~~~

一個男人的責任，

兩肩挑起的重擔，

三更半夜的勞累，

四處奔波的匆忙，

無法傾訴的委屈，

留在臉上的滄桑，

七姑八姨的義務，

八上八下的波折，

九優一疵的凡人，

時時對家對子的真情..

這就是您的丈夫..

~~~

兩個人抱在一起，放聲痛哭..

結完帳，他和她對經理千恩萬謝，手牽手走回了家。看著他們幸福的背影，經理微笑著點了點頭：“真幸福，我們離婚酒店又挽救了一個家..”

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"...You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."
— Rosemary Urquico

Thanks for the tag. ;)

Interlude

What's comin' will come, and we'll meet it when it does.
- J.K Rowling

Foreseeability, Or Lack Thereof

Every single one of our actions may have far-reaching, unpredictable consequences.

Glass

Therein lies a sliver of glass

Amongst the moon-coloured grass

Translucent, luminous, deadly.

Why, do you remember

The tales of yesternight?

Of quiet screams and loud silence?

Swathed in their purple robes of moonlight

The silvery wisps of grass remain tranquil

Bearing rust-stained crowns upon their heads

An elegance rivalled only by kings and queens.

And the tiny piece of glass

Grinned as radiantly

As only glass can.

Appreciation; Present

People say that one should always live in the present and appreciate their loved ones. But I appreciate them too much, so much so that I'd wish my youth away in order for me to be able to draw near to them. I wonder if I'd look back on this with regret? I suppose not.

挥霍岁月，只求人团，

My youth is useless if I can't have my loved ones with me.

人生如船，爸妈如帆。换我划船好吗？

I wish...

I wish I didn't have to worry so much. I wish I could peek forward into the future. I wish I could take control of my life. I feel helpless now. Can't wait.

What are the different marriages that Jane Eyre, as a novel, explores as possibilities?

In the novel Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, the society’s expectations of marriages were meticulously criticized through the various different marriages that emerged as possibilities. The heroine, Jane perceived marriage as a relationship that consisted of two equal partners. This contradicted the Victorian society’s general take on marriages, whereby the wife played a traditionally subservient role.

Jane Eyre stepped into Thornfield as a governess and was attracted to Edward Rochester, her employer of substantial status and wealth. Jane herself was of an ambiguous class for while she possessed the delicate manners and sophisticated education akin to an aristocrat due to the very nature of her career, she remained a paid employee and more or less a servant at Thornfield. However, while intellectually equal, she was not quite his social and economical equal. The young maiden was worried that she would be indebted to him by “condescending” to marry Rochester. She rejected Rochester’s nickname for and refused to be called an ‘angel’ simply because she thought it compromised herself and she did not wish to lose her identity in the process. This possibility was further impeded by the fact that Rochester already been married to Bertha Mason. While Rochester was legally bound to Mason, Jane would only be a mistress had she accepted Rochester. This was not in accordance with the equal partnership that Jane had envisioned and therefore, it was not an ideal marriage. The damsel had to leave Thornton Hall to seek her fortune elsewhere due to the unfavorable circumstances.

Another marriage conferred in the novel would obviously be the marriage between Rochester and Bertha Antoinetta Mason. While by Victorian society’s standards this may have been an ideal marriage, it was certainly not so as depicted in Bronte’s illustrious novel. As was typical of Victorian marriages, it was nothing more than a financially beneficial match. Apart from the fact that they had nothing in common and Rochester could not stand her, Bertha had a family history of psychiatric problems and she soon showed signs of madness. Therefore, it was an unsuccessful marriage for they were not intellectual equals and Rochester had to seek gratification in the few mistresses he acquired.

Blanche Ingam’s marriage with Rochester was a fleeting possibility that made a brief appearance in the novel, Jane Eyre. This was however, unfeasible as it was centered upon economical and class factors, rather than actual passion. Rochester also had an affair with Celene Varens, a French opera dancer who was unfaithful to him and was merely interested in his money. This relationship too, lacked the passion that was the foundation of a good marriage and hence considered to be inappropriate.
Next, one would be inclined to momentarily examine the possibility of St. John Rivers with Miss Oliver. St. John did love her, but he was unable to give up his dreams of being a missionary for her. A marriage between St. John and Jane was consequently considered. Nevertheless, it did not have the equality and love that Jane sought. St. John was overtly bound to his duties and he merely viewed Jane as an instrument in achieving the greater good. He wanted Jane to stop learning German and learn Hindustani instead. Jane as a result, felt as if she had lost her individuality and thus, a marriage between the religiously devout St. John and the headstrong Jane Eyre would not have had been ideal.

The audacious female protagonist eventually returned to Rochester after she was reunited with her relations and had inherited a substantial amount of money. Rochester on the other hand, was blinded in an accident that had burnt down Thornfield. Those various factors caused the fair maiden and the gentleman to finally achieve a status of equality where. Bertha as a barrier had been removed for the general message of the novel would not have had come across as strongly as it had otherwise. Her divorce, rather than her demise, would not have viable as it may have added on to the immoralities upon Rochester’s scroll. Charlotte Bronte perfectly penned the conclusion of this novel by destroying all that was unseemly through a fire. One might even venture to compare the fire with the fiery passion between Jane and Edward Rochester for it was the fire that conveniently humbled Rochester and removed the mental walls between the both of them. To quote, “We are precisely suited in character, perfect concord is the result.”

*Note that I have yet to include an analysis of Miss Temple's marriage in this novel.

還執著舊，孔雀展翅至何時？
敗迷失路，良機降來至何時？
無不摧毀，匆匆數陰將過時。
醒悟拒絕，堅定不移不忘時。

Valentine's Day

Celebrations serve as a reminder of all that is special, all that we believe in. Some people take things for granted. I assume I am guilty of this too, in certain ways that I am unaware of, simply because I have been taking them for granted. Nevertheless, I can’t quite say that I'd been living in a happy little bubble of ignorance.

I appreciate my parents. There is undeniably a generation gap between us and I may not be able to comprehend them at times due to this, but a lack of understanding does not necessitate a lack of love. I know that deep down inside, they love and care for me, even if they do not parade it in ways I can relate to.

I appreciate my friends. They are the people that have been with me through thick-and-thin, the people that are there for me right where it matters. They are the people that make my life so much more colourful and brighten the darkest skies.

In short, thank you, everyone - whoever you are, wherever you may be – thank you for brushing shoulders with me upon the crossroads of Life. So many people have played in part in helping me get through my life and I am sincerely grateful to all of you. I love you all.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Sleeping Beauty

…Thus the beautiful princess awoke from her slumber and cried out in agony upon seeing the dreary be-cobwebbed dusty ruins around her. The castle was encased in an impassable thicket of thorns, wherein lurked all forms of abominable creatures. Indeed, the princess unleashed her fury upon the knight in shining armour who besought to free her from her enchantment and so cast him out, locking the doors of the castle behind him. After the deed was done, she returned to her chambers and fell asleep once again, awaiting the arrival of her one true knight that would not rudely shove her into dismal reality. And while she slept, she continued her illusionary life in a dream that was only as beautiful as dreams can be...

Dedication

You have my sincerest condolences. I don't even know you that well myself, but I teared upon realising that the person in question was in fact, someone I knew, and also the beloved of another acquaintance of mine.

No names are mentioned. This is dedicated to the acquaintance. You may never read this - in fact, it's probably best if you don't, for it might do nothing more than serve as a reminder of the tragedy.

It is truly devastating and I can barely imagine the pain you are going through at the moment. I'm sorry it had to happen. Please stay strong. Remember your friends, and the people around you - we all genuinely care and are willing to be by your side if you need any help. Take care and stay strong. Live life to the fullest - for her sake if not yours.

I am sure she would have wanted you to be happy.

冰淇淋

冰冷的冰淇淋，滋润人的心田，甜入烘热的心窝。

My Library is Non-Existent because that's My Room

What Kind of Reader Are You? Your Result: Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm You're probably in the final stages of a Ph.D. or otherwise finding a way to make your living out of reading. You are one of the literati. Other people's grammatical mistakes make you insane.
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Rain

The breeze brushed its cold fingers across one's senses
With just the right touch of course -
A barest hint of tenderness within icy strictness
Instead of deadening dreams, a wakening.

Off with those sandals
Upon the table as naughty vandals
Yet sit - not perch - with a graceful air
As the weaving of dreams caresses fine hair.

Demurely folded hands upon a lap
Feet tucked neatly beneath her chair
(Chair, did I say, table I mean!)
In imitation of a lady fair.

Umbrellas parade the street ahead disguised
As colourful flowers spreading their petals
Behind, the lush green trees of a miniature forest
Whispered unknown secrets

Rain, wash away this empty longing
Wind, guide every strand of hair where you would
Mist, envelop those wistful musings
Of a young maiden approaching eighteen winters.

A dream of the past.

A photograph, deliberately blurred around the edges,

A smile, strangely shadowy and detached.

Tinkling peals of laughter accentuated with sadness,

Those soft enquiring eyes of yesteryears caught unaware.

The maiden I could have been, the lady I am not,

A slight breeze brushing past, as the fingers of destiny intervene.

The briefest glimpse of what would have been had I a different lot,

A soft ache of inexplicable longing, not quite pain.

Alas, this fragile reality entraps me,

A soft web of gossamer silk binds me.

Though somehow I regret not,

Traversing this passage of moonlight as Time passes by.

Muse – Who am I?

An Economics Lesson

Being told to use specific economical terms to write a story about a boy, my classmates and I came up with this within the stipulated time period:

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Muthusamy Karupiah. He asked his mother for some money. He said, “I demand some money!”

His mother said, “No dear, the current economic status of the country is undergoing inflation because the supply of natural resources is limited. The National Income is facing a major crisis. The price of fabric has increased, so we don’t get much revenue from selling our underwear. The quantity of underwear is limited. It costs a lot to buy underwear, so we can’t make much profit. Muthusamy Karupiah, you should take Economics classes at ATC.”

Muthusamy said, “Oh maaaan.”

隐形的翅膀

每一次
都在徘徊孤单中坚强
每一次
就算很受伤
也不闪泪光

我知道
我一直有双隐形的翅膀
带我飞
飞过绝望

*不去想
他们拥有美丽的太阳
我看见
每天的夕阳
也会有变化
我知道
我一直有双隐形的翅膀
带我飞
给我希望
我终于
看到
所有梦想都开花
追逐的年轻
歌声多嘹亮
我终于
翱翔
用心凝望不害怕
哪里会有风
就飞多远吧*

隐形的翅膀
让梦恒久比天长
留一个
愿望
让自己想象

A piece of me, a piece of you.

Yes please, I’d like to order a little piece of everything, including nothing. Thank you.

As I have always stressed, our imperfections are what make us perfect, for each and every one of us are unique in our own way. The converse holds true, for perfection in itself is an imperfection. Those elusive luxuries in life that are forever goading us – be it material satisfaction for the poor or emotional satisfaction or perhaps, both – are what make life interesting.

A tiny part of me, the part that belongs to the Air element would occasionally spread my wings and soar up into the clear blue skies, gazing down upon the sands of humanity. I do indeed see pure white little crucibles, finely spread out on the vast land below, literally and figuratively speaking. To rest my head upon the soft fluffy clouds and observe the long stretch of beach civilization is founded upon…

It is fascinating, not to mention refreshing. I do understand how it is to be emotionally unaffected after all. To be unattached to any of those dowdy packages that humans are so often burdened with, winging my way through life. To skim the tips of my wings against the crystalline ocean waters, to brush my tail feathers against the tip of snow-capped mountains….

Fleeting daydreams as such allow me to gain a fresh perspective on life and wonder at the tiny things in life that we seem to place so much importance upon. I am, however, a daughter of Fire and Air with the former dominant most of the time. Really, if you boil everything down to the basics…elements are the perfect way to categorise people. I’m sure there are exceptions, though I have yet to meet one. Most people just need to discover their inner self and find an element that they have an affinity for.

So what happens when fiery passion and empty air meet? An equilibrium, you’d reckon? Not quite…for they are both within my nature and have distinctive qualities of their own. I am a temperamental little flame most of the time, however, and it is only when reality starts to fall apart slightly and daydreams of the wind sneak in through the gaps…

But I understand how it is to be Pure Air. I truly know how it feels to be empty like the wind – no past, no future, only now. The precise feeling of how it is to be indifferent, unaffected, unperturbed, unfazed by developments around me. That in itself, is an irony, for empathy doesn’t exactly belong to Air, no? Perhaps that is one of the many reasons why I consider myself to be both. Because it is a part of me and I am a part of it.

To have more than your best friend.

Every tear, every smile is shared between true friends.

You thought your best friend had more than you, but you were wrong.

For all happiness, all sadness is divided equally among friends.

And you have your best friend in addition to all that.

Isn’t that more than enough?

What would be the meaning of friendship, otherwise?

Of Dogs and Humanity

Hopelessly lost. Again. I’m directionally-challenged, so don’t ask me what I was doing hanging around my college’s H block when I was supposed to be all the way across the campus, at the college hall.

Well, I’m glad I took the detour anyway, because I met a couple of really sweet stray dogs along the way. You can meet all sorts of living creatures in my college, ranging from those pesky little blood-suckers to monkeys (As a side-note, I haven’t seen those monkeys recently. O_o I wonder what became of them.)

I gave one of my trademark whines, the ones that often get innocent dogs into trouble when their owners nearby assume their pets are making gratuitous noises. It’s an attention-seeking whine, a “Hey, wanna play with me?” signal.

This lovely white and brown dog approached me and gently nipped at my hand, then clamped its jaws around my skirt, tugging playfully. Consequently, I earned a couple of weird eyeballs and a few spectators.

“Hey, no,” I voiced, smiling good-naturedly at the dog. It obediently released my skirt, looking up at me with those infamous, heart-melting puppy-dog eyes.

Resuming my journey to the Hall of Doom aka Exam Hall, I started thinking about the poor dog and how the general public – the ones that don’t understand dogs – would think.
Sure, I understand that it was merely a friendly gesture – but others may not think the same way. Many would strike out in fear, in an attempt to prevent the dog from “biting” them. Don’t get me wrong, I would never blame anyone for trying to defend themselves against attacks from predators.

Nevertheless, defending is one thing, attacking is another. A warning smack or two on the head, a soft kick, a gentle push – and the dog will certainly get the message. I do not condone the abuse of those sweet little creatures (Unless they’re rabid, then by all means, take a gun and shoot them. O_o ). It’s inhuman and cruel. After all, dogs have the intelligence of a seven year old, and they’d certainly comprehend if you admonished them appropriately.

Regrettably, the deterioration of morality is rampant within the current society. I have seen people fling knives at dogs, causing the poor canine to have a knife embedded firmly into its back. I have seen individuals throwing boiling water at them, consequently leaving the poor dogs with no fur and a painfully red skin.

Just recently, there was this plump and friendly puppy that I’d fallen in love with. It was the brightest and sweetest thing I’d ever seen apart from Shadow. The aforementioned puppy disappeared though, and I found a undernourished version of it lying by the gutter a few days later, all but dead.

It had been raining and there were pools of water in its ears. The poor thing was so weak it could barely move. My mother and I tried our very best to nurse it back to heath, but the puppy could barely swallow the milk we gave it. It died a couple of hours later, taking with it a piece of our hearts.

My guess is that one of the fiends out there that claim to be human had kicked it and ruptured its intestines or something. I will personally track down any animal-abuser out there and give it (Yes, IT, for said abusers do not have hearts or brains, therefore they are not fit to be consider homo-sapiens with gender differences.) my trademark double-penguin-kick. I just hope I happen to be wearing my boots (or good heels, at least) when I meet them.

Humanity, or the lack of it, thereof, is saddening.

Paradox

A far-fetched dream,

Dissolving into the emptiness of reality.

A trickling, flowing stream,

Softening into the chamber of thought.

An icy-cold rain,

Melting into the solidity of warmth.

A heart-sharpened pain,

Liquefying into the medicines of time.

A silently whispered name,

Blending into the divinity of vibrations.

A temperamental, fiery flame,

Diffusing into the tenderness of darkness.

A tribute to my beloved SJ8C. Thank you for being a part of my life.

Dedicated exclusively to SJ8C-rians:

离

水月相随永不分,

茫茫苍海亦不断;

犹如良伴知心人,

凉风掀起轻呼唤.

天下无不散宴席,

但却无不叹宴客;

送君千里虽佳习,

终需有一别之刻.

绵绵泪水细如雨,

心中乱麻杂如草;

山伯英台欲成鱼,

痛恨离别分离朝.

抽刀断水水更流,

举杯消愁愁更愁;

君若痛恨离别酒,

更是深叹离别惆.

天长地久有时尽,

此恨绵绵无绝期;

离别自古诗人吟,

世世代代诗人提.

学海生涯点点滴,

小女子没齿难忘;

多少回忆记心底,

如那凶涌澎湃浪.

当年君所许之诺,

当年闻所芳花香;

离别在即若曾过,

妹子在此愿君谅.

A peek into the past. SJ8C

The pain never really goes away, you just get used to it…

Dear Shadow. He was such an obedient and adorable dog. There will always be this tiny twitch in my heart that will never be resolved… The only dog I ever loved more than I did him was (and is) Bingo.

*Shadows* cloud life’s lane as I traverse this difficult journey, weaving in and out through thorns and heavy undergrowths threatening to smother me. I once walked alone, or so it seemed, for my loved ones could do nothing more than proffer me sympathetic glances. They could not offer me much physical assistance, for they were too far away to help…

Suddenly, I was not alone. Not anymore. There were warm arms ready to hold me up when I faltered, a strong shoulder for me to lean against when I felt weary… SJ8C. I owe you guys so much. I love you all. You guys are the best classmates I ever had and probably will ever have.

Perhaps I am getting a little too emo for my own good. I have no idea how to write all this down…how to put all of this into words. I can only type out the thoughts as they run through my brain: Uncut, unvarnished, not up to standards... but certainly effective.
I will always be a part of SJ8C, although I know not whether I am acknowledged any longer. A portion of my heart will always be with you guys.

Thank you so much for being there for me right where it truly matters. Thank you for being my friends, true friends. Thank you for showing me that there is still friendship in existence, that true hearts lie beneath the superficial layers of humanity. Thank you for being the reason why I can face the new day with courage and strength and a small smile upon my face.

It hurts to leave you all. I know I’ll have to get used it and I am grateful that at least, we parted while memories were still sweet. I just…love you all so much, more than anyone can ever truly understand. I hope I won’t lose the source, the source of my happiness. I wish I won’t lose it, ever. A vain hope, a vain wish…

On a side note, I had to attend a class with the juniors the other day. I don’t think I like them very much, considering the chaos they caused with our unfortunate Biology lecturer. Perchance, she doesn’t really have good English. But who are they to criticise her English when they do not have perfect English themselves? I do not claim that my English is perfect. I believe, however, that my English is better than them at any rate, considering I’m only good at languages.

Everyone has their own weaknesses. I would never have dreamt of insulting an unfortunate fellow human just because she happened to possess unsatisfactory language skills. Nobody is perfect. Incidentally, why is a Biology lecturer required to speak the Queen’s English? Honestly, I’ll gladly debate them any day and make them sit up a bit. Would you believe it? Even the sentences that they used to criticise my lecturer’s English were grammatical mistakes in themselves. Dear children, I’d advise you to return to grade school and come back after you’ve learnt your grammar.

They were an insufferably rude bunch of immature children. Whatever her faults were, there is never any acceptable excuse for being rude. A little bit of consideration and common courtesy goes a long way. I find it fascinating that those uncouth youths are actually supposed to be elder than me. Juniors will always be juniors…

My friends keep telling me to keep my head down. Well, I never! I was angry and indignant on behalf of the poor lecturer. How dare they do this to her? It’s her first job after all, the unfortunate girl… At least half the lecture hall went quiet after my icy glare and pointed “They think they’re so perfect?” I got an earful from my friends after that, of course. They told me I should keep my mouth shut and not involve myself in matters as such. I agree with them, but I don’t regret my words. However, I shall try my very best to shut up and keep my temper in check, for they are right, after all.

Still, it was pretty satisfying to see the half of the lecture hall that heard me have some sense knocked into their brains. I do not regret my words, though I suppose it wasn’t a very wise thing to do. They deserved it and more, at any rate.