My tuition teacher who was with me for 5 years. Who went to New Zealand just last year and isn't planning to come back for another few years or so, not even just for a visit.. I really, really miss her. I don't hate her now. I just want to go for tuition again. [This sounds so stupid] Yeah I feel like I've banged my head on the wall. [Ouch] But it's sooo worth it. Without her, I wouldn't be who I am now. I wouldn't be here. I would probably be stuck in some shitty school with friends I don't imagine myself hanging out with. [Hiperbola] But yeah.. She's done a great deal in fixing my life. This sounds so perfect, yes, it wasn't like that when I was with her. I used to dislike her [at times]. She has the power to influence me, [sometimes, in a negative way] about life. Because I see her 2 or 3 times a week, half the time talking nonsense. I miss her. I used to bake cakes with her, go for lunch in Chilli's with her, oh yeah, and even TGIF because she didn't know the way from her house to Queensbay. This is what you get when you hated that person for five years and you thought she ruined your life by shouting at you and telling your mom you didn't do your homework, but at the end of it, she left to persue her own life somewhere far, far away.. And you end up missing her like hell.
This sounds so perfect, but it's not. I just.. Miss her..
And I miss the next door neighbour whom I was not close too but was my neighbour for 15 years.
Haha.. Corny much?
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