I think about how I learned to love you from so far away, the inner workings of a computer and social networking a mystery that nonetheless brings you to life from thousands of miles away. Your digitized face on my screen, your words in any font I choose, your voice courtesy of one long deceased Alexander Graham Bell. I love you fully nonstop yet in doses throughout my day so the hurt of distance is dulled and not to be felt all at once. I think about how I will learn to love you from very close, my skin becoming the same color as yours in bed, your breathing picking up cues from mine. I could record your sleep noises to try and hang on and bury my head into the very essence of who you are. The pain of leaving will soften over time but that first literal tearing from the place we have fused physically and psychically will hurt and grow over with each day apart. I will hand my boarding pass to a man with a toothy smile and wonder if he sees the scar.

- youveescaped

I'd library period today. Yes, we actually have library periods here. The only 40 minutes of the week where I can enjoy air con; there's little more to it than that, really. It's a period where they take us to the library (because we don't really have much time to go to the library otherwise) and let us sit down there and do whatever we want (not that we'd read the books there...let's just say they're targeted towards a younger audience. A much, much younger audience).

But anyway, it reminds me of when I used to have library periods in primary school. Now, I've always been a bookworm, since I started primary school. I started out by reading practically every single fairytale book you could find in the library, and then I took a step up by reading Nancy Drew books, and by the time I was 9, I read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. My first Harry Potter book, and still my favourite.

But it was only after I'd library periods that I began to like classics. I mean, yeah, I'd already read stuff like Oliver Twist, but library periods introduced me to so much more. The teacher would hand out books for us to read, and we'd discuss about them during the next lesson. The first thing we read was a Sherlock Holmes book. Me and the guy who sat next to me, Gabriel, we might not have looked like the type to read a lot, but I'm pretty sure we were the only ones who'd read the whole book by the next lesson. I can still remember how excited I was during that discussion, putting my hand up all the time to answer all the questions like the innocent little schoolgirl that I was, and having a hell of a time talking to Gaby duck about it.

We read a lot more, but the ones that I can recall are Romeo & Juliet, Wuthering Heights, A Wrinkle In Time and A Picture of Dorian Gray. Which explains why I get so shocked when people I meet in JC tell me they've never heard of Oscar Wilde, let alone this book, because it was such an important part of my childhood.



You can imagine how excited I was for this movie. Because, hello, Ben Barnes in my favourite classic, need I say more. Plot-wise, I can't say I was satisfied, but it's a guilty pleasure of mine all the same. The film's a total sexfest. Okay, I think it's better if I just emphasize on the Ben Barnes part and shut up.