Mou ichido Starting Up
Ganbatte ne, You-sama (Kimi. Although it IS informal really.)
Lol. At least it sounds better than Alright-san (Heikki. Ok, maybe in romanized Japanese there is one less k.).
Hahaha. And and. The other guy whose name is a female one. (Mika.)
I wonder what the Japanese think.
But the track at Fuji really is quite picturesque, especially from certain angles when Fuji-san is behind the track and stands.
Yesterday was baccalaureate.
It doesn't feel real that I've graduated. (Well after all I just went back this morning for a Chemistry mock that gave me a headache which is still persistent even now, 5 hours later.)
What feels even less real is the fact that I've only got 23 days left before my first paper.
23. Twenty-three. Er shi san. Ni jyu san. Or, as Sami has kindly informed me, Kaksikymmentäkolme. (How on earth do you pronounce that.)
>.< Totally surreal. Like those biennale exhibits at South Beach Development.
Hai. It's too sudden! I've been too busy to actually think about the connotations behind "baccalaureate", especially as its such an unused and *posh* term, as Mr P once implied.
Oh Mr P's classes. One of the lessons I'll miss the most. Difficult to believe that I'll never sit in his class and listen to him monologuing again.
And Bio. And GP. And my other Lit tutorial. And Chem too, of course, despite everything. And Econs. Econs was one of the more unique lessons. Still, I did get an E for Econs in prelims -.- E is for Econs after all, right?
Oh my gosh, if I get an E again...
Hem. Bright side of life, bright side of life.
Oh yes, an UPDATE: I've decided I shall go for Senior's Night after all, since the choir camp has been amended to something else. None of my business in that case.
My feelings about this whole affair... somewhat guilty perhaps? That I haven't been as sociable as I should have? But I'm not a social butterfly after all... I think since I haven't done anything to make enemies with anyone in particular,
I'm so-so. I've had a fruitful time, but if I could change one thing, I would like to change myself and be a more outgoing, engaging class rep. I mean it's one thing to be responsible and efficient, but I only wish I had been able to reach out better to everyone.
Feels like I've not done part of my duty after all, ne?
Hmm. Too late for regrets. Gomendasai yo, minna-san. I guess one way or another I shortchanged all of you.
Eh. Somehow I feel like I'm turning a bit Japanese with all the wanting-to-touch-people's-hearts attitude.
FROWN.
Sigh. Really, sometimes I wish was different.
Eh. On second thought. Not really. Suddenly I can think of quite a few people who are as friendly as I'd like to be, but who get on my nerves once in a while with their inconsiderate ways. FROWN.
Lol. I'm all of two minds today, aren't I? Red and blue.
Must be the headache. So much for Chemistry.
ONGOING OBSERVATION: Following up from my previous post, seems like nothing much has changed between us, so hopefully you really like me for who I am, despite the fact that the male species of human is turned on by sight...?
Lol. At least it sounds better than Alright-san (Heikki. Ok, maybe in romanized Japanese there is one less k.).
Hahaha. And and. The other guy whose name is a female one. (Mika.)
I wonder what the Japanese think.
But the track at Fuji really is quite picturesque, especially from certain angles when Fuji-san is behind the track and stands.
Yesterday was baccalaureate.
It doesn't feel real that I've graduated. (Well after all I just went back this morning for a Chemistry mock that gave me a headache which is still persistent even now, 5 hours later.)
What feels even less real is the fact that I've only got 23 days left before my first paper.
23. Twenty-three. Er shi san. Ni jyu san. Or, as Sami has kindly informed me, Kaksikymmentäkolme. (How on earth do you pronounce that.)
>.< Totally surreal. Like those biennale exhibits at South Beach Development.
Hai. It's too sudden! I've been too busy to actually think about the connotations behind "baccalaureate", especially as its such an unused and *posh* term, as Mr P once implied.
Oh Mr P's classes. One of the lessons I'll miss the most. Difficult to believe that I'll never sit in his class and listen to him monologuing again.
And Bio. And GP. And my other Lit tutorial. And Chem too, of course, despite everything. And Econs. Econs was one of the more unique lessons. Still, I did get an E for Econs in prelims -.- E is for Econs after all, right?
Oh my gosh, if I get an E again...
Hem. Bright side of life, bright side of life.
Oh yes, an UPDATE: I've decided I shall go for Senior's Night after all, since the choir camp has been amended to something else. None of my business in that case.
My feelings about this whole affair... somewhat guilty perhaps? That I haven't been as sociable as I should have? But I'm not a social butterfly after all... I think since I haven't done anything to make enemies with anyone in particular,
I'm so-so. I've had a fruitful time, but if I could change one thing, I would like to change myself and be a more outgoing, engaging class rep. I mean it's one thing to be responsible and efficient, but I only wish I had been able to reach out better to everyone.
Feels like I've not done part of my duty after all, ne?
Hmm. Too late for regrets. Gomendasai yo, minna-san. I guess one way or another I shortchanged all of you.
Eh. Somehow I feel like I'm turning a bit Japanese with all the wanting-to-touch-people's-hearts attitude.
FROWN.
Sigh. Really, sometimes I wish was different.
Eh. On second thought. Not really. Suddenly I can think of quite a few people who are as friendly as I'd like to be, but who get on my nerves once in a while with their inconsiderate ways. FROWN.
Lol. I'm all of two minds today, aren't I? Red and blue.
Must be the headache. So much for Chemistry.
ONGOING OBSERVATION: Following up from my previous post, seems like nothing much has changed between us, so hopefully you really like me for who I am, despite the fact that the male species of human is turned on by sight...?
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