i ran into one of the best teachers that i've ever had today in school.

she's 洪老师 and she taught me chinese in primary 6.

and she was one of those teachers who make you feel that she really cares, that she cares less about your grades but more, regarding you as a person, and your character. in a way. she's like that twin sister of madam quek in bpghs.

i didn't recognise her at first, but something about her soothing voice seemed familiar when she spoke to her students.

it's been 8 years since i left peihwa, and 8 years seemed to have taken it's toll on my revered teacher.

gray strands of hair that weren't there filled her mane, and it was as if an artist decided to add a few extra lines to her features. and she looked worryingly much more frail than the mental image that i had of her.

but still, she radiated some kind of energy, an aura perhaps that seemed to permeate the space around her. it was a zeal for teaching, for molding the nation's next generation of characters.

i went up to her and said that i was one of her former students.

'宇择, 我是宇择,' i added when she looked puzzled almost half-pleadingly.

at that, she remarked that i'd grown so tall.

and she asked what i was doing in peihwa.

but she had to leave for her class soon after. nonetheless, for the rest of the day, i felt- weird, in a good kind of way.

i felt weird, in a indescribable kind of way.