My Confession

My Confession

Yeah, Sing Ying says I haven’t gotten over him.

Everyday, I sigh for not being able to see him. It’s so torturing! In school, whenever I look at the clock, whenever the minutes tick away, whenever the sound of clinging Teflon pan rings in my mind, I miss him.

He has nice blue eyes. He speaks like an innocent child, so pure that your heart melts. He likes to runs his fingers over the fresh herbs that grow in the little pots on the kitchen windows. His delicate toss of the food in the pan and graceful dishing gesture of the plates and nice English accent when he speaks always appear in my mind.

What a fine guy.

But, a great distance between us. Different hemisphere! Night falls for him, but I see no stars here. Aww, don’t you feel sad for me?

Oh, anyway, I’m talking about missing the Jamie Oliver’s cook show. Heh.