The world is a spectrum of people, divided by their natures and their circumstances. We are very, very far apart in the spectrum (as far as I know, pun not intended). For that reason, despite being in the same spectrum, we are foreign - exotic, for a more emotional word of choice - to each other. Any interest you ever have had in me was based on the fact that I am so different. You know, the Oh, I haven't encountered that before! sentiment.

I understand it all, as I always have.

The end of the road, possible beginning of another shall we say?

Christopher wants to throw away 525 DVDs in his house. If 68 DVDs can be put in a box, find the number of boxes Christopher needs to dispose of all the DVDs.

       Let x be the number of boxes needed,

                                                               x >/= 525/68
                                                               x >/= 7.72

       Therefore, Christopher needs 8 boxes.

I don't have enough boxes for all her DVDs.

Maybe I can use a rope - tie them up and throw them away.

Dear brother,

I'm staying with a friend in a village near the coast. We climbed some mountains while singing along yesterday, which was good fun. As you can tell from this card, the scenery was spectacular. My friend owns a small farm beside her house and I've been helping her with it for a week. I'm really enjoying it here. Hope you are well.

Love, Emily

Memory must be extremely selective. I cannot recall anything before she walked away.

I remember other things, like where I've put the first letter I ever wrote. I was 12. After I had written that, I realized I didn't have an address to send to.

Dear Emily,

The postcard is very nice, thank you. How are you?

Your trip is good. I want to travel to Europe too. Mum and Dad said you will bring me travel in the future.

Mother miss you, when do you come back?

On
P.S. My English is no good, but father said you not read Chinese. So I am writing English now.

“Would you like some tea?” Auntie Kwan stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
“I’m good for now, thank you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”
“Okay.”
They seemed to have something very interesting on TV. This man was talking in a flying phone booth.
“Soo…” Uncle Chiu, started to speak, “how’s your grandfather?”
“I am not too sure, but things are not looking good.”
“Can he still remember you?”
“Unfortunately no. He appears to think that I was still eleven.”
“Two sugar?” We heard Auntie’s shout from the kitchen.
“Yes.” Uncle turned to the kitchen and shouted back. “I don’t suppose he remembers your sister?”
“He does.”
“That’s strange. Does he want to see her?”
Auntie came out with two cups. She handed one to Uncle and sat down before she took a sip of hers.
“You say she isn’t living here anymore?” I asked.
“No, she isn’t. She moved to…hmm…Fulham?”
“Durham.” Uncle corrected her.
“Yes, she moved to Durham to start university, then to Scotland after she’d graduated.”
I looked at her.
“Did she not tell you?”
I shook my head.
“Oh she must have forgotten then.”
“Did she leave an address?”
“Yeah, we received a letter from her last month.” She stood up and walked into one of the bedrooms. She walked out with a piece of paper after a few seconds.