I think I really haven't been writing. It's not that I am extremely busy, I just don't know whether to write in English or Chinese (Cantonese included). I think I remember saying that I write in English when it came to issues that required me to be more rational, and in Chinese when I am feeling melancholic. But these days, I think there is so much in my head that no word seems apt and neither language can help me express myself in the best way possible. That's not to say bad things happened over the past few days. It was a mixture of good and bad.
A, Z, G and I caught Don't Go Breaking My Heart 2 last night. It was pretty last minute, but A and I had wanted to catch it even before it came out so I was quite anticipating a good movie. While it was another production by my favourite Johnnie To and Wai Ka-Fai, somehow I wasn't too satisfied with the ending. In fact, I actually felt torn. I felt a void upon learning the protagonist's choice in the first movie. Yet in this sequel, I found myself fuming with anger when she chose the other instead. I guess, no matter which option, something's bound to be out of place, somehow. There are bound to be regrets, either way. On a side note, I have to admit Gao Yuan Yuan's acting in the public bus scene was very convincing and I could relate to it quite well. So anyway, we returned to Starbucks on a Friday night after all. It was the same cute barista. But I was too hungry to take extra notice of him, merely too engrossed in my spinach quiche and the new drink I challenged myself to. There was not just a sense of freshness but also somewhat a sense of satisfaction upon trying the new drink. It was like my soyed latte had always been a potion and drinking it really triggers masses of memories. The new attempt - the signature iced chocolate with soymilk - really tasted great. I just wonder how long this new drink will last me.
I finally met Mrs. Tan! She no longer felt like a teacher to me, much more a friend whom I could easily pour my troubles to. I'm really glad we still keep in touch. Because she's been one of the nicest teachers I've ever met. And she pampered me the way she always did -- got me a costly Doraemon t-shirt for Christmas. The most heartwarming to me was that after we parted, she texted and asked me to be happy. Couldn't have asked for more from a teacher cum friend.
The captain's ball game had me worn out. While I didn't think I played well, it was rejoicing to know we came in third and won ourselves movie tickets.
These are pretty much the updates for the past few days. I wish I could write more beautifully but my life revolves around facts and figures these days I can hardly write figuratively. But really, that may not be a bad thing.
A, Z, G and I caught Don't Go Breaking My Heart 2 last night. It was pretty last minute, but A and I had wanted to catch it even before it came out so I was quite anticipating a good movie. While it was another production by my favourite Johnnie To and Wai Ka-Fai, somehow I wasn't too satisfied with the ending. In fact, I actually felt torn. I felt a void upon learning the protagonist's choice in the first movie. Yet in this sequel, I found myself fuming with anger when she chose the other instead. I guess, no matter which option, something's bound to be out of place, somehow. There are bound to be regrets, either way. On a side note, I have to admit Gao Yuan Yuan's acting in the public bus scene was very convincing and I could relate to it quite well. So anyway, we returned to Starbucks on a Friday night after all. It was the same cute barista. But I was too hungry to take extra notice of him, merely too engrossed in my spinach quiche and the new drink I challenged myself to. There was not just a sense of freshness but also somewhat a sense of satisfaction upon trying the new drink. It was like my soyed latte had always been a potion and drinking it really triggers masses of memories. The new attempt - the signature iced chocolate with soymilk - really tasted great. I just wonder how long this new drink will last me.
I finally met Mrs. Tan! She no longer felt like a teacher to me, much more a friend whom I could easily pour my troubles to. I'm really glad we still keep in touch. Because she's been one of the nicest teachers I've ever met. And she pampered me the way she always did -- got me a costly Doraemon t-shirt for Christmas. The most heartwarming to me was that after we parted, she texted and asked me to be happy. Couldn't have asked for more from a teacher cum friend.
The captain's ball game had me worn out. While I didn't think I played well, it was rejoicing to know we came in third and won ourselves movie tickets.
These are pretty much the updates for the past few days. I wish I could write more beautifully but my life revolves around facts and figures these days I can hardly write figuratively. But really, that may not be a bad thing.
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