Hello. Am feeling strangely alive but slightly worried.

Please, I'm praying The Road Home wouldn't be one of the two films screened for the film art paper tomorrow. Because... If watching it again means activating my tear ducts involuntarily (and most uncontrollably), my grade will be in jeopardy!

It surprised me as much as it surprised the handful of people who saw me sniffing away in the multimedia room. That was one of the rare times that I could count having naturally small and puffy eyes an advantage - With a swift swipe of tissue paper at the nose, the bawling session could easily pass off as a bad bout of flu. Or a night of insomnia, perhaps. I HAD THEM FOOLED. Hah. Crying is such a private thing, I was thoroughly embarrassed. :S Apparently, the film was released on my birthday, 8 years ago. Hmmmm.

Well, anyways. Thank you for monumenting the ressurection of a deadened heart. <3 The understated triumphs, as always.