Sometimes I really have to hand in to my dad, I must really learnt from him about this : not to take your emotions home. my dad works as a lecturer in ITE, with many students of different backgrounds around the country. Always, when he reaches home, he's a happy man, he does his usual stuff like reading the newspaper and occasionally watching the tv which I'm deprived of. Usually if you're working in ITE, you will have a certain amount of stress with the students and other matters, but my dad ain't that kind of person, he doesn't even talk about these matters at home.

And so I ask him, " why don't get you get stressed up and talk about it at home, I mean teaching in ITE surely brings about these problems?"

and he just said this, " why should I get stressed up over these things at home? A home is a place to rest and relax, not a place to rant and complain about my students, so I choose not to bring these emotions home."

and I really respect him for that, being professional to the point where he can even control or 'time' his emotions to not let it get the better of him.

this week has been a emotional roller coaster for me, moods changing as frequent as the unpredictable weather. and i hope that I will change this habit, for the better, and not let the fatigue and stress make me 感情用事 again.

get a hold of yourself, guanwen, get a hold of yourself, now. anger won't help.

To: the hopeless romantic.

THANK YOU THANK YOU so much my hopeless romantic partner for writing and giving me the postcard on wednesday, although it took me quite a while to understand it, I did and understood the true meaning of the lyrics written on it. a beautiful song it is. a beautiful song.

I'M A BEAUTIFUL SEED, I'M A BEAUTIFUL SEED! haha. thank you once again.

I can understand why you're feeling what you are now. I read his messages to you, of which they were not deleted. Honestly, he was charismatic and creative, not to mention caring. and it will seem quite difficult to let go, even for me. The messages were cute and lovely, not the ones people would usually receive, not even mine. And I'm jealous, of him and disappointed at myself for not being able to do much, as much as I've assumed I have, to help you let go. I thought I've done alot, but it all seems so far away now. The smiles and laughters didn't really help much, am I right?

I've failed in making people truly happy, and I'm sorry about it. I know I can never be like him, or even better, and after reading those messages, I think it's even worse. I blame myself for not being able to make you truly happy, like what I've promised myself to do so. I want you to be happy, because if you're not, I won't be too.

Forgive me, hopeless romantic, for not really helping you, as much as I've wished.

From: the other hopeless romantic.