It’s a crazy, strange and small world indeed.

Who knew when I left the UK forever 4 years ago, failed to write emails to keep in contact and subsequently lost all contact details, I’d still hear about somebody, sort of? Who knew when I joined comment exchange sites, I’d be assigned to comment on the blog of the daughter of my ex-violin teacher, who was really awesome? Who knew when I don’t even know the daughter personally and she’s grown so much over the years, I still recognised her right away, somehow?

Of course, of all my ex-violin teacher’s students, I wouldn’t expect her to remember me. Hmm, I wonder how I’d describe myself. The Chinese girl who refused to put her long dark hair behind her ears (still don’t), who wore too much eyeliner (still do), had massive hips and thighs (still do), never practised the violin (still don’t), used to be obsessed with dieting and exercises (wish I still do)… Maybe I should dig up her email and write something, hopefully not in a you may not remember me but I stalked your daughter kind of way.

And then all the embarrassing memories of my teenage years come rushing back. All the rampaging hormones, teenage emo drama, egocentric attention-seeking behaviour, making a big deal out of nothing, sitting there waiting for essays to write themselves…

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE ESSAYS AREN’T JUST A THING OF THE PAST CAPSLOCK?!