PlaylistThe printer... Jason's playing Wonder Girl's Nobody...My Japanese Elementary 1 test was yesterday. The school said it was easy. My teacher said it was easy. Even the admin lady said it was easy. Like real. It was NOT. The translation portion was awful. The listening test, was a hearing test, the way the direct translation written on the test paper said it was. Why? The static from the tape was awful. Yes. Tape. Static. I could understand what they said. No problem for someone who listens to a minimum of an hour of Japanese music a day. The issue was with the static. The え and the で sounded exactly the same. I think I'm going to fail the listening portion. I'm not joking. Oh well. At least I think I should pass. Whether I get full marks or 51, its still a pass anyway.I wanna go shopping. I have no idea why. Its not like I have a lot of spare cash. Neither is it that I have nothing to do. I just like the idea of wandering around an enclosed, controlled environment to people watch. First and foremost, there is air-con, one of the most amazing inventions of the modern world. Next up, nice toilets. More importantly, toilets that I do not need to clean. I can do whatever I want. I'm not inconsiderate, but sometimes, having to wipe every drop of water off the basin can get on you nerves. Yeah. Another thing I like about shopping is trying on clothes. I like to see what suits me, what looks good on me, what designs hides the flabby arms and fat thighs that I cant seem to get rid off. So shopping is necessary even. Another thing I like are the mirrors. Its everywhere. On the walls. In the lifts. The changing room. Call me narcisstic, vain, low self-esteem or all the above but I'm the type to keep adjusting and preen in the mirror. Obviously, I do it as subtly as possible. After all, I dont want to crack the mirror. I think it started when I started cosplaying. I need to take note of my expressions, body language, posture... I need mirrors.
Oh yes. I know. I unlocked my blog. Why? Simple reason. My friends scolded me for making their lives more difficult than it had a need to be. My argument was that if I mattered enough for them to want to read my blog, logging in is nothing. Their argument was that if they mattered enough, I would unlock it. Considering the thirty or so people who have to routinely sign in... Plus the fact, I found this out by accident, that I sent invites to the wrong email and hurt friends who did not get the invite... I surrendered to my audience. Yes. Go celebrate. Like you said. You matter. So I shall be nice and kind and caring and considerate. Yes. Go puke. Yeah. I'm shameless. But I know you love me anyway, so it doesnt matter. You can insult me 'cos I know you care :)
"Awaken me at the end of reason... To beyond the rings of seven colors."