Thank you for finally talking to me, Dad.
"Suffering becomes beautiful when anyone bears great calamities with cheerfulness, not through insensibility but through greatness of mind." - Aristotle
I think it is safe to assume that many of us will be shock at the word, Cancer.
I myself have been shocked by the word a few times in my lifetime and I’ve lost loved ones to this incurable illness.
/I remember that afternoon receiving Prof’s email.
In this email, he shared with the class that he had just been diagnosed with cancer. A curable one and one in which he will seek treatment but nevertheless a serious one.
His point in sharing with us his condition was not merely about telling us the unfortunate diagnosis. He uttered his main objective of the email was on reassuring us that the module will carry on as scheduled, and that our education will in no way be affected.
Even after all that has happened, the main point of his email was “your education is extremely important… I told you at the beginning of the module that I am committed to doing whatever I can to see that you are successful. I want to be entirely clear in saying that I remain absolutely committed to that goal. I told you, as well, at the beginning of the term that teaching is very important to me. My illness has not diminished my conviction in that regard; and I will continue to offer the best possible module I can.”
The semester carried on as planned. Every Wednesday morning in that small seminar room located at a quiet part of the faculty, the lecture will commence. Prof would always commence the lecture on time. As the semester passed, Prof looked weaker then he was at the start of the semester, with occasional coughing. But he continued being strong and cheerful, often joking about his illness. Even today, in our last lecture, he still joked about having to shave his head bald. And he thanked us for having lift his spirits over the semester.
I write this post to Thank this wonderful Professor.
Thank you for the wonderful lessons both within and beyond the module.
I wrote this post on a long train ride home and I thought about the people I had lost to cancer and I had just lost someone so dear to me barely a few months before the start of this semester.
so Thank you, Prof - for showing me (once again) that the illness, as scary as it may be, can be beaten. Thank you for believing that education bears an utmost importance in your pursuit as an educator. Thank you for sharing your knowledge, extensively - that even while undergoing treatment you would send us newspaper articles highlighting contemporary relevance to our module. & Thank you for teaching us character - to be courageous and to be strong.
Educators are a dedicated bunch. I’ve come across a lot of teachers who have inspired me in more ways than one. And it is today that I am once again, shown the beauty of an educator, a teacher who loves to teach, to share and give knowledge and believes in education.
Take heart, have faith. May you and your family be well.
Suddenly had a flashback about 婆婆
I really miss her.
I really miss going back to her house and seeing her. Or picking up the phone to call her.
I really miss her cooking and her random little words of wisdom.
Moments of happiness. A no-frills x comfort weekend.
I can get used to this.
Just us against the world.
Despite having to complete long essays, you brought me on an aimless drive through the city + a late night supper. Sometimes simple things are really the best
But do I disrupt the equilibrium when it has been established?
I try because I want you to be happy; I want everyone to be happy.
In my idealistic little hole, I try to give you the world.
Yes I try too hard sometimes
Yes I am too overly emotional sometimes
Yes I have things to change about myself.
But when I give someone something, I give my 100%. & Sometimes I just wish for the same.
If only I could close my eyes now,
One more week
Clarity x Conviction
I spent a long time looking at faces, drinking in smiles. Am I happy or unhappy? It’s not a very important question. I live with such frenzied intensity.
Things and people are waiting for me, and doubtless I am waiting for them and desiring them with all my strength and sadness. But, here, I earn the right to be alive by silence and by secrecy.
The miracle of not having to talk about oneself.
Monsters in my head
It’s been 21 days/
I don’t miss you any less
but I also think that there’s a bridge here; sort of still stucked but also moving forward
I hope that nothing happens to DE ;
DE has allowed me a space to be another me & I respect Z a lot for his artistic direction and brilliant talent. Really hope that I can make a difference with the team and make DE become better again.
I will never forget the excitement of getting into DE and till today I am still proud and honoured of being here
This can’t be happening..
But maybe it is also Grandma’s way of pulling everyone together.
Dear Great Grandma, I will always remember how you will call my name every Chinese New Year and say that your memory is bad and you can’t really remember me; but once i tell you that I’m the little baby that you once saw cry non-stop, you would smile and remember. I remember the old house that we used to visit every CNY, the old sofa you used to sit on and room you used to sleep in… bits of my growing up too.
You have been a kind mother to Grandma and may you two be reunited once more ♡
Helvetica is a nice font
/but a font that reminds me of DE too much