Dream #987626113

There was one night when I was sleeping, duh. And I dreamt of my secondary school days. We were having our chinese lessons and omg, yau poh yong was there. She is my chinese teacher by the way, and she is very nice. I think of her every single time I see chunks of chinese words somewhere. She definitely made me want to do well in my chinese. And in my dreams we were all getting back our exam papers from god knows what exam we had. And I look at my chinese essay writing and I got an F. (Weird point here: we do not grade our essays in alphabets, it was upon 80 marks if I'm not wrong). I felt sad cos I normally don't fail my language. YES AS MUCH AS I LOOK LIKE I'M OF ANOTHER ETHNICITY I DO TAKE PRIDE IN MY MOTHER TONGUE AS A MATTER OF FACT I LOVE IT.

The whole point of that chunk of text is I miss conversing in correct chinese chinese. I miss people asking me how to write certain characters when we have to submit a 350-500 or more word essays in 90 minutes. I miss learning the language arts, reciting the poems and shorts of old. Really. The chinese culture is just so damn attractive to me. In my dream my teacher came over to me and explained why I failed my essay writing, all that talking and explaining made me feel so nostalgic about everything in the past. People loathe chinese. But I just love it.