It'll be pure suicide if I were to post my semestral timetable here; I've got Fridays free, which means I've got the looongest weekend~! I'm maniac at this point of time, but I guess that's what the night does to you when you’re extremely tired but still dead persistent on finishing up your hiragana. I was just telling Jack over lunch that I’m being reduced to a Primary school kid writing her most-hated Chinese character practice. But I’m pretty okay with the writing style of Japanese characters, because the characters look simply artistic wherever they may appear, even on a packet of value-dollar chips.
I didn’t feel guilty about skipping Geyao yesterday; I’m glad I made the mistakes on my test routes there and then, instead of screwing up during the examination itself. The numerous hair-dryer treatments received from my granduncle have been useful, and I really hope I’m going to clear the bar the first time round. It’ll be plain excruciating to take the test a second, third time. C’mon, it’s just 1 week to the test! I can do it!
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