The Professor’s Beloved Equation

This was so beautiful! It couldn’t have been done anywhere else but Japan. The premise is that this math professor has Alzheimer’s, or at least a special form of it, such that his memory is only 80 minutes long. In the movie his memory was shown to have reset every day at the least, so every morning when his housekeeper arrives, the following conversation takes place:

“What’s your shoe size?”
“24 centimetres.”
“My, what a noble number… It’s the factorial of 4.”
“What is a factorial?”
“If you multiply all the whole numbers from 1 to 4, you get 24.”
“What’s your telephone number?”
“Did you say 5,761,445? Why, that’s wonderful. That’s equivalent to the prime numbers up to one billion. In any event, come in.”

And then every day she came in after that, the same thing would repeat.

“What’s your shoe size?”
“24. The factorial of 4!”
“That’s wonderful. What a noble number…”

He meets her afresh every day, and while she goes about her daily chores he disrupts infuses her housekeeping experience with a good dose of math.

On the day one of the professor’s papers got accepted for publication in a journal:

“Do you often submit your papers to magazines?”
“Right.. I sent my proof to the Journal of Mathematics, Vol. 37 today. That’s good. ”
“Oh, no! I should’ve sent it express. Only first place takes a cash prize.”
“No, there’s no need to send it express. It’s important to arrive at the truth before anyone else, but it’s more important that the proof be beautiful. ”
“Are there such things as beautiful or ugly proofs?”
“Of course. In a truly correct proof, air-tight and compelling reasoning coexists without contradiction, with supple logic. Just as no one can prove why stars are beautiful, it’s difficult to express the beauty of mathematics.” He paused for a beat.
“What’s your birthday?”
“February 20th.”
“What a charming number!” The professor takes off his watch.
“220… Take a look at this. Back in college, I won the President’s award for my paper on Transcendental Number Theory.”
“Ah.. what a great honor..” the housekeeper tried to be relevant.
“No, that doesn’t matter. Can you read the number?”
“President’s Award No. 284. Does that mean you’re the 284th person to receive the honor?”
“I suppose. The question is 284 and 220. This is no time to be washing dishes. Come with me, quick!”

They walk over to the blackboard. The professor writes 220 and 284 on two ends.
“What do you think?”
“Well, I.. Both have 3 digits… How can I phrase this? At the meat counter at the supermarket, if there are two packets of ground beef, one 220g and one 284g, they seem the same to me. One quick glance, and they look similar. They’re both in the 200 range, and all the digits are even…”

“That’s a keen insight. Intuition is important. Grasp the numbers intuitively from your heart. Do you know what a divisor is?”
“Yes, I think so, I remember studying them.”
“Let’s write out all the divisors for 220 and 284, excepting themselves.”
220: 1, 2, 4, 5, 10, 11, 20, 22, 44, 55, 110
284: 1, 2, 4, 71, 142,
“You can calculate all those divisors in your head?”
“I’m just using the same intuition you did. Onto the next step.”
1 + 2 + 4 + 5 + 10 + 11 + 22 + 44 + 55 + 110 = 284
1 + 2 + 4 + 71 + 142 = 220
“Will you behold, this beautiful chain of numbers. Add all the divisors for 284, and you get 220. Add all the divisors for 220, and you get 284. They’re amicable numbers.”
“Amicable numbers?”
“Mm. Such pairs are very rare. Even Fermat and Descartes only discovered one pair each. They’re numbers bound to each other by God’s design.”
“God’s design…”
“Mm. Isn’t it beautiful? Your birthday and the number engraved on my wristwatch are so perfectly intertwined.”

He gave everyone in his acquaintance names, mathematical names that represented their characteristics. To the housekeeper’s son, he gave the name “Root” (of course, pronounced “Root-oh” in Japanese)

“I can tell you’ve a wise heart in here. All right, you’re a Root. You accept any number that comes your way, rejecting none. A truly generous symbol, Root.”

Root starts coming by the house everyday since the Professor cannot stand the idea of Root waiting at home alone for his mother while his mother prepares dinner for a complete stranger. After being thoroughly schooled in the beauty of numbers by the professor, Root goes on to become a math teacher, and teaches his students about the professor’s lifelong equation:

“Pi is the circle ratio, right? “i” is the square root of -1 and an imaginary number. Here we have pi, a number that continues to the ends of the universe, and the imaginary number “i” which never shows itself. What’s tricky, is “e”. “e” is also called the “Napier number,” after John Napier, the British mathematician. The Napier number is one of the constants so critical to math. For now, I’ll just tell you the conclusion. If you calculate this “e”, its value is 2.7182818284…. This is just like pi. It goes on and on and on forever. It’s an irrational number. From an infinite universe, pi drifts down to “e”, and shakes hands with the bashful “i”. They come together, and hold their breaths… none of them are connected. But, if a single human adds just one thing… the world is transformed.
The contradiction is resolved. Zero. In other words, the realm of nothingness embraces them.

Today, we celebrate this equation. When a single human added just one thing to my contradictory and irrational life.

Soya bean milk

CH (Z’s college roommate) is back in Seattle! Which led to the soya bean milk** debacle today. For some time now the uwajimaya downtown has been rather lax about stocking the correct soya bean milk brand (with the yellow cap). Either they only have the large gallon-sized bottles which are a little difficult to finish, or they are out of stock altogether. An asian grocery. With no soy bean milk! So today we went to dinner in the ID with CH and parked at the Uwajimaya before heading to Fort St. George. While walking to the restaurant we walked through the supermarket and decided to check out how many bottles were left (we didn’t manage to get any last week). They come in gallon sized bottles (half gallons used to exist up until recently) and there were only 6 left. The boys were afraid that they’d be out when we got back from dinner, a very real possibility. So of course they decided to hide the soy bean milk among the regular milk, which is less popular. Only in an Asian supermarket. The regular gallon sized milk had blue caps so they arranged two gallons of soy milk in the middle of a bunch of bottles of regular milk. I don’t know why we always do unglam things. Further, the more people there are in our party, the more unglam the things we do. Like this soy milk hiding. Is it us who are inducing this unglam behaviour it or our friends who are like us? Not sure if I want to know the answer to that question.

Just the other day we picked up a scattered bunch of dried lavender just lying in the street. We were going to the Belle Epicurean for lunch (they have really good French sandwiches and feuilletes btw) and there was this van parked by the road with a bunch of lavender haphazardly scattered on the floor next to it. All dried and some broken stems but otherwise pretty intact and still smelt really good. The kind of thing you pay $14 at L’Occitane for. Well screw that, Z and I stopped, looked at each other, then got a paper bag from our car and filled it with the lavender and went merrily on our way.

all artfully arranged and shit


After shopping at Uwajimaya we went to Daiso since CH needed a filter for his tub and we got sidetracked at the cashiers by the rows and rows of Japanese gummies! They both bought a pack of cuboidal kyoho grape flavoured gummies and I got a 5 pack of gumdrop shaped gummies. The difference (we sampled both in the car) is that the cube gummies are made with no gelatin, just glutinous rice flour so they are much softer than say gummy bears and lean more toward the consistency of mochi skin without being too bland. Very nice! Each packet only had 6 little cube-gummies though, all individually wrapped despite being sugar coated with no chance of coalescing into a giant gummy. There is no such thing as ‘Saving the Environment’ in Japan. My 5 pack in a chain (the kind you tear off) used both gelatin and pectin, but still managed to remain more pliable than typical gummy bears/circus peanuts (tts what Chris called them, if I remember correctly). I think it’s the use of glutinous rice flour/starch. Never really stopped to examine the ingredient list of Japanese sweets but they were both (yes, both these 28 year old men) so drawn by the shape of those gummies we had to try them all.

I love how my childhood follows me around like a ghost I cannot shed. Sophistication, so prized in adolescence, is now in short supply and shows no signs of returning.

** Asian soy milk is far and away better different from the artifically vanilla flavoured, overly sweet American version for the lactose intolerant. It is delicious hot, cold, sweet, salty (only in Taiwan), and especially with fried cruller dipped in. I don’t know what kind of magical sugar they use to flavour our soy milk but it is super amazing and Z and I can’t go without it. You’re meant to drink it on its own, like a latte.


Decided to get some of the backlog of grievances out of the way or they’d just fester in my drafts folder.

This guy is full of shit.
I wish the main news body in Singapore did not publish drivel like this. Sure, the forum page is for random people of the public to air their opinions. But some opinions are definitely worse than others. It’s like there’s no filter at all.

Here is a subset of my complaints:
1. It’s entirely inspired by his aunt’s husband passing away and the fact that he perceives her to be “all alone” with “nobody to take care of her”, as if she can’t take care of herself, and that it is a given that she regrets not having children now. There are so many assumptions involved with this I was horrified at his convoluted and highly illogical, myopic thought process, so incapable is he of empathizing with other people and why they make the decisions they do. He is so sure that his point of view is the only legitimate one and that anyone else who consciously decides the contrary will regret their choice. I’m not even going to expound further on the obvious egotism of having children so that you will not be lonely in your old age.

2. He says

If we all thought more deeply about the things that are truly important to us, that give our lives meaning, I am sure the vast majority of us would come to the same conclusion: that family ranks above anything else.

What research has he done to substantiate this claim? I certainly don’t think that family ranks above anything else. If anything my family has been most key in highlighting the kind of personality dysfunctions I want to avoid, and how futile approaching them is if I ever have any problems. There is very little kindredness in my family; they’re nice, normal (in a pinch) people but if I wanted to have a real conversation with someone they’d be the last people I’d go to.

Further, even if family ranks above anything else for you that doesn’t necessarily have to mean a family that you have created, it could be the family that you were born with. But I don’t even know why I bother.


And my grandparents must have been so proud and happy in the knowledge that, even as they were leaving this world and their material possessions behind, they would live on through us, for we are their legacy.

I think this idea of a “legacy” has got to go. How can he possibly accuse the childfree of being egocentric if one of his reasons for procreating is to leave a legacy of his own and have his bloodline/whatever-the-hell-he-thinks-imperative-for-him-to-leave-behind continued? How self-involved does he have to be to presume on behalf of the deceased?


I get the impression that people from generations past appeared to place the family and community above the self, whereas the opposite is generally true for the younger generations of Singaporeans.

Again, another anecdotal statement based on his community of friends, who are probably all in the same generation as him (i.e. not the younger generation) and who feel a kind of moral superiority in their wise old age that allows them to criticize members of the “younger generation” for not being community-centred enough. People give back to the community in all kinds of ways. His decision to do good, civic-minded deeds does not allow him to expect others to do so, and to execute their good deeds with the same conspicuousness that he does.

Even if the younger generation is not family or community-centred, why should he expect them to be? The world they grew up in is vastly different from the world he grew up in. If they are not community-minded, it probably points to how little they feel they have personally benefited from the notions of family and community that he so prizes, and hence how little they feel indebted to it. How can he go so far as to accuse them of being ingrates without saying how they have explicitly benefited from either institution and proceeded to show their ingratitude?


So if my grandparents, despite their relative poverty, felt comfortable having as many kids as they did, why are we so cautious when it comes to parenthood today?

He obviously knows nothing about the history of contraception. Does he really think every single one of the 5+ odd kids that families used to have in the 40s and 50s were planned for and greatly anticipated? I suppose actual historical phenomena such as the Post War Baby Boom means nothing to him, seeing that he’s just plucking random ideas out of his head and cobbling them together in a poor facsimile of a reasoned exposition.


Having children will necessarily entail sacrifice, that much is certain, but even if I am poorer – in terms of time, freedom and money – my life will surely be richer for it.

This is an assumption of the grossest proportions, and nobody should feel entitled to prescribe child-rearing for someone else.

People like this make me ashamed to be Singaporean. Unfortunately there isn’t any intelligent discourse in the comments section of the Straits Times that doesn’t quickly descend into anarchy, unlike knetz sites that allow upvoting and downvoting of comments so you CAN see the general picture of what the majority thinks.

Dear Straits Times, please stop publishing drivel in your forum page.

In related news, we have been reading “Selfish, Shallow, and Self-Absorbed” and it has been mostly fantastic, especially the essay elucidating how “maternal instinct” is by and large a social construct misappropriated as ‘instinct’. Sure, people may feel it, but that doesn’t imply that it has had primal roots. More on that another day.

The Four Graces

Just finished this new D.E. Stevenson book, the last installment of the Miss Buncle series. Here’s a sample of a conversation between Sal (the vicar’s daughter) and Jos Barefoot (random village guy):

“Were you at the wedding, Jos?” she asked.
“I don’t ‘old with weddings,” declared Jos, sitting down upon an upturned barrow and beginning to fill his pipe. “Too much fuss, to my mind. Weddings is nothing to make a fuss about. Weddings is lotteries, that’s what.”
“You never took a ticket, Jos.”
“Not me,” said Jos. “I never ‘ad a woman — never wanted one. Weddings is lotteries; they may be all right an’ they may be all wrong. You’m not thinkin’ of gettin’ married, Miss Sal?”
“No,” said Sal, smiling.
“That’s right. You be better as you are. Passon couldn’t do without you neither. You be better as you are.”
“It’s a good thing everybody doesn’t think so.”
Jos shook his head. “Ar,” he said gravely. “There’s Toop. Toop would ‘ave been better without that woman. You can’t deny it, Miss Sal.”
Sal could not, so she was silent.
“It ‘appened when Toop was in Lunnon,” said Jos, striking a match and lighting his pipe. “‘E met Maria at a party–fish an’ chips it was– an’ Maria looked reel smart in a blue dress an’ ‘er ‘air done up to kill. Toop was took with ‘er but ‘e wouldn’t never ‘ave ‘ad ‘er if ‘e ‘adn’t ‘appened to see it wrote up on the Albert ‘All.”
“Wrote up on the Albert Hall!” exclaimed Sal, repeating the statement word for word in her amazement.
“‘Ave Maria,” nodded Jos. “That’s what it said — ‘Ave Maria. It give Toop quite a turn… wrote up on the Albert ‘All in letters a foot ‘igh… so ‘e ‘ad ‘er.”

Such a great passage for my current thoughts. We recently booked tickets to our first show at the Benaroya Hall, and it is not with the Seattle Symphony! (Pity, as that would have been much cheaper with student discounts and all). Gad Elmaleh (who has been performing in Manhattan recently) will be doing his show here in Seattle in September. I had a teeny little crush on him in Cornell after watching La Doublure and Hors de prix. An old blog post reveals that I even got the Cornell library to purchase some of his DVDs so I could watch them. Ha! The very notion of the legalistic lengths I went to to watch certain movies is laughable now. Since then, I have not watched any of his movies except for Midnight in Paris, and I can’t even remember what part he played. So right after the current entertainment queue we’ll have to fit some of his work in before we go to see him live. I’m very excited. He’s got these beautiful eyes and an extremely sexy French accent.

In the queue now:
1. Finishing up Let’s Eat 2
2. The Professor’s Beloved Equation (movie based on The Professor and his Housekeeper)
3. The Three Musketeers (Korean drama) – rewatching with LZ
4. Naeil’s Cantabile (A korean remake of Nodame Cantabile with -I feel- worse looking actors. Nobody can beat the wonderful Juri Ueno. The Korean Chiaki just looks like a straight up jerk, compared to Hiroshi Tamaki who also looks like quite a jerk but has the kind of bad boy vibe that can still be lovable). Case in point:

Joo Won in Naeil’s Cantabile. What is with that weird parting? And that smug smirk?

Chiaki-senpai in Nodame
5. The Time We Were Not In Love – rewatching with LZ
6. Gad Elmaleh movies
7. Brilliant Legacy
Another reason why the passage is apt is that our first anniversary is coming up! We are not one for marking the passage of time but any excuse for a celebration and presents and cards etc. is always welcome. I got him a fantastic present and have been bugging him to guess what it is for the last few days. He is SO BAD at guessing. He bought me some jewellery from the South Lake Union Saturday Market and a canvas/leather tote from the Umbrella Collective as an anniversary gift. Essentially things that I looked at, thought were too expensive to purchase (my bar is rather high :P), and he decided to get for me because he didn’t have any ideas anyway. So after that I was casting around for something to give him and landed on the best, perfectest idea and it really bugs me that he cannot guess what it is! I’m just being excited about his present all by myself and it’s not even the sort of present I used to give him that was “for him” but turned out to be something for me, like our creme brulee torch :P

Yes, yes, I am a very wicked, selfish partner but there must be some charm that’s made him stick around for so long.

Everyday Eclipses

LZ hid a honeydew in my closet today. It’s a new game we play. The first time was a coupla weeks back. We were out antiquing in Snohomish and stopped by a grocery store to pick up some random things. I could smell the honeydew display 10 feet away – all ripe and saccharine and we went and lightly thumped some (apparently the Asian way to tell if they’re ripe? That’s what my dad did to watermelons anyway, not hard enough to bruise anything, mind you) and decided to take one home. He unloaded the groceries and I didn’t see where he kept the honeydew but I kept smelling this persistent honeydew whiff in the dining room whenever I walked past the bookcase, and when I looked, there it was sitting right on top with his granola and the cake stand and the calendar. (Our apartment is tiny, bookcases are multipurpose and not necessarily in a den or library. Nor do they necessarily hold books. They are in the dining room.) We cut it open and it was fabulously sweet.

So today we picked up another one at Safeway (we checked the ones at QFC, which were old, hard, and not fragrant or ripe at all) and when we got back he hid the honeydew in my closet behind the vases. I almost missed it! But when I closed the closet door after my bath my rather hound-like nose caught the scent of something fruity and I opened the door again and stared – there it was hiding behind all the vases! (Again, the house is tiny, closets do not necessarily hold only clothes. But neither do they hold produce) Now my clothes are all fruity and melony smelling.

NB: We seached on Youtube how to tell if a honeydew was ripe before cutting it open and found a marginally less old wife’s tale-y method by an american guy who said when you rub its skin with a damp thumb it should create this squeaking sound. Which we promptly tried and ours did! But it required some effort before we mastered the right squeaking technique. I’m not sure I totally believe this but it was so incredible I thought I’d write it here in case I forgot.
So I finally started reading the thin volume of Roger Mcgough poetry ‘Everyday Eclipses’ we bought from a second hand bookstore in Camden while on our honeymoon. We also bought 3 Beatrix Potters and Quentin Blake’s Snuff from the same shop. (I didn’t know Quentin Blake illustrated his own stories) but I suppose you can tell from his illustrations he is plenty quirky and imaginative enough to come up with enough plots to fill a library.

I do have Mcgough’s Collected Poems (in fact we have two, because I gave one to Ze before we even started dating), and am not quite sure how comprehensive of an anthology that is, so I just bought this one. It wasn’t expensive anyway, something like £6.

Here are four of Mcgough’s…. delusional poems – meetings with famous artistes and his tremendous impact on their lives.

One with Jimi Hendrix:

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The one in which he claims full credit for the lyrics in ‘Hey Jude’

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The one in which he clairvoyantly predicts Bob Dylan’s career path..a posteriori

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And finally, his indispensable influence on Oasis.

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Dorcas, Fay, and Simon

From the third book in the Miss Buncle series, which I first started reading about 10 days into our honeymoon because I felt bad bringing such a thick book (Miss Buncle’s Book) along and not touching it. So I read about 2/3 of it on the eurostar from London to Bruges and the remaining 1/3 in the hotel at Bruges. Bringing addictive books is not in general a good idea for vacations because then you never feel like leaving the room and exploring.

I discovered to my delight that there were several more books in the series (at least three more), and that the Seattle library had nearly all of them! Here’s the most adorable excerpt from the book:

(Jerry is the female housekeeper of Ganthorne, cousin to the children’s mother. The children are Simon and Fay, with Fay being the youngest, and Dorcas being their nurse.

“We can’t come to tea the day after tomorrow because it’s Mummy’s birthday,” said Simon, wiping his mouth.

Jerry was disloyal enough to feel rather glad that the pleasure of her cousin’s company at Ganthorne was to be put off a little longer. “Oh yes, so it is,” she said. “What are you going to give Mummy for her birthday?”

Fay raised a milky mouth from her mug and said, “A pin!” and then she laughed uproariously, for she had her own peculiar sense of humor.

“It’s a book,” said Simon, ignoring her completely. “We’ve bought it between us, Dorcas and me. We’re going to write in it.”
“It’s a Bible, really,” said Dorcas. “It seems a funny sort of present, but–”
“With pictures,” said Simon.
“Pictures of the devil,” said Fay. She hesitated and then added, “Three devils, there was.”
“Oh Fay!” cried Dorcas. “It was Shadrach, Meshac, and Abednego!”
“Why was they cooking them?” asked Fay.
“You’d think she was a heathen,” said Dorcas after a moment’s silence. “But she really does know lots of Bible stories, Mrs. Sam.”

“She knows about Daniel,” Simon declared. “You know Daniel, don’t you, Fay?”
“The lions et him,” said Fay with relish — and she took a large bite of cake to show how it was done.
“Silly, they didn’t eat him!” cried Simon.
“He et the lions, then,” suggested Fay a trifle doubtfully.
“Fay thinks of eating all the time,” explained Simon.
“I was wondering what we should write in the Bible,” said Dorcas, looking at Jerry inquiringly.

“I know what to write,” Simon declared. I’ve seen it written in a book before. It’s the proper thing to write in a book. Daddy has a book with that written in it and he said it made the book more valuable– that’s what Daddy said.”

“What is it?” asked Jerry and Dorcas with one accord.

“With the author’s compliments,” said Simon proudly.


Saw this on a friend’s site and thought it was a fantastic idea.

Books read in 2016:
1. Miss Buncle’s Book, D.E. Stevenson
2. David Mitchell: Back Story, David Mitchell
3. The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus, Frank L. Baum
4. A Merry Christmas: And Other Christmas Stories, L.M. Alcott
5. Cheerful Weather for the Wedding, Julia Strachey, Persephone
6. Small Man in a Book, Rob Brydon
7. Someone at a Distance, Dorothy Whipple (Persephone, from Seattle Public Library)
8. Ollie’s Easter Eggs, Olivier Dunrea
9. High Rising, Angela Thirkell
10. The Two Mrs Abbotts, D.E. Stevenson
11. Little Boy Lost, Marghanita Laski (Persephone)
12. Miss Buncle Married, D.E. Stevenson
13. Aunty Lee’s Chilled Revenge, Ovidia Yu
14. Listening Valley, D. E. Stevenson
15. The Four Graces, D. E. Stevenson
16. Stories from the Kitchen (Everyman collection)
17. Between You & Me, Mary Norris
18. Imagine Me and You, Billy Mernit
19. Vittoria Cottage, D.E. Stevenson
20. Music in the Hills, D.E. Stevenson

Now reading: Everyday Eclipses, Roger McGough; Moon Palace, Paul Auster; Selfish, Shallow, and Self-Absorbed, Meghan Daum; Shoulder the Sky, D.E. Stevenson

Movies watched in 2016:
1. The Royal Tailor (Korean)
2. Hannah and her sisters
3. The Danish Girl
4. Spy
5. Trainwreck
6. The Martian
7. The Technicians (Korean)
8. The Lobster (at the Eye Film Museum in Amsterdam)
9. Fir Crazy (Hallmark Christmas TV-movie)
10. Bridesmaids
11. Miss Granny (zomg this was amazing. Shim Eun Kyung was so good!!)
12. The Man Who Knew Infinity (preview screening at the AMC Pacific Plaza! Not sure why the math dept had it but we got free tickets! loads of other pple from the math dept were there too :)) It was so good although Dev Patel is a lot handsomer than Ramanujan :P
13. Tokyo Newcomer
14. The Target (Pyojeok)
15. The Beauty Inside
16. Le Grand Chef
17. Portrait of a Beauty
18. One Upon A Time in High School
19. La Doublure
20. Love and Friendship (So difficult to hear what people were saying! the volume of the film was really low in the beginning)
21. The BFG
22. Sarusuberi (Miss Hokusai)
23. Me Before You
24. Time Renegades
25. Kubo and the Two Strings

Dramas/Sitcoms watched in 2016
1. New Girl Seasons 1-5
2. Big Bang Theory Season 9
3. Madame Antoine (Korean)
4. Playful Kiss (Korean)
5. Would I Lie To You (Series 1-7)
6. I Need Romance (2012)
7. The Time We Were Not In Love (2015) … currently in a Lee Jin Wook phase
8. Nine: Nine Times Time Travels (what a mouthful)
9. Air City
10. Powerful Opponents (I wasn’t lying about the Lee Jin Wook phase)
11. Spy Myung Wol
12. Before and After
13. Glass Castle/City of Glass
14. Smile Again
15. Alone in Love
16. The Three Musketeers
17. Goodbye, Mr. Black
18. Someday
19. Another Oh Hae Young
20. Naeil Cantabile
21. Splash Splash Love
22. Sungkyunkwan Scandal
23. Doctors
24. Uncontrollably Fond
25. W
26. Secret Love Affair
27. Let’s Fight Ghost!

Now watching: Scarlet Heart Ryeo, Cinderella and the Four Knights

And because why not…
Board games played in 2016:
1. 80 points
2. Lords of the Waterdeep
3. Citadels
4. Sushi Go!
5. Castles of Burgundy
6. Codenames (birthday present from hr)
7. Food chain magnate (lost to grace’s 442. Came in at 378.)
8. Mother Sheep (with Ern Kai and Jin En)
9. Ghost Blitz
10. Terra Mystica
11. Go
12. Bang
13. Exploding Kitties
14. Saboteur
15. Set