Watched this show on Saturday night, but the emotions and memory created by this movie still lingers within me.
Somehow, it made me crawl back to the past, with films of secondary school days rolling past me. The undeniably fun and carefree moments, shared and given to me by my ever innocent and positively naïve friends and buddies, make these montage so memorable it can never be erased no matter how bad my Alzheimer might become in the future; It has become a significant part of my childhood, my youth!
Unfortunately, pegged with the permanent reminiscent is the many regrets that stained the perfect story, like the earmarks on a diary. Not only it foils the book, it leads you to that page before you read the other stories.
Coincidentally, the movie tells a story where the 2 lead actor and actress were so sweet and suitable for each other in their younger days as if only a spartan group can extend their distance; The female lead didn't end up marrying the man.
I can totally understand how it feels like to have your scribbled drafts erased. You can pencil it down how many times you want, it remains erasable. It would have drawn a different conclusion if a pen was used instead.
My apologies for being carried away. Had a dream this morning and woke up with mixed feelings that disturbed me the whole train trip. I'm so thankful that Jia Juan is here to show me the light of this tunnel. I cannot be more fortunate because she was so much a better paper and I'm glad I have chosen the right pen.
The scribbles have left those sink-marks and it stays in the paper. Nonetheless, I will continue to the next page, and it will definitely be written more beautifully. =)
Finally, I'm touched by the movie's scriptwriter in-depth description and ability to portray a student's life so close to ours', so close to mine.
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