i remember i absolutely did not like the english teacher when i read it for the first time.
but i know i slowly started to learn from the book and like it in the process (:
its probably one of the saddest books ive ever read as a young kid.
its like the zahir actually, about a man losing love and learning to embrace it and become a better person.
but of course in the english teacher his wife actually DID DIE, like gone for good!
i've always liked the concept of coping with an immense loss.
gives me a surge of courage to take on life (:
guilt and hope.
i guess in life we are all merely trying to find happiness in every little thing we do.
and along the way we are bound to cross paths with others, some may merge and carry on together but some may come to a dead end.
i guess sometimes it's impossible for everyone to be happy at the same time, we either get hurt or hurt others.
or both simultaneously wow shiok huh HAHA.
perhaps we need to stop and think if we're actually doing the right things.
OK ANYWAY.
first week of school has been a pretty painful process.
AS + biz law on tues = BRAIN FRY
ltb on wed + training + macs 20 pc nuggets + met teresa michele and jinan at raffles city!
thurs intro econs (very nice and pretty newscaster prof) + chicken rice at bugis + ah chews = :DDDDDD
ct tmr zzzzzzzzzzz.
im just so not creative HAHAHA.
its really retarded that creativity is being taught!
ok here's a beautiful picture because i kope such pictures from iheartit.com when im bored HAHAHAHA.
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