Per Day.

Pork Floss (the Cantonese nickname for my lovely Chinese teacher) returned our essays today.

The content of my essay was off-topic and apparently, I tend to write my Chinese sentences as they sound like in Cantonese. She would have given me a smack on my butt if I hadn't avoided it in time.

Too much admiration of Wyman's Cantonese lyrics, I suppose.

:)

There are so many daily incidents I wish to blog about every day, but I fail to do so.

A fear of revealing too much...
I've learnt my lesson.

The pain two years ago was too much to bear at the age of fifteen.
Doubt it's going to be any easier now.

I was silent, but I had so much to say. Would you have liked me to anyway?
All that matters is how you feel, certainly.

This time, I won't be saying sorry.
Shall not be foolish any longer - though it's still too early to say.