27.9.05
My brain is fried from japanese and trypanosomes so:
OH MY GOD.
ONE
I absolutely adore japanese. Now you can't really tell that from the previous sentence but most of the time in class I step in feeling totally refreshed and full of energy, ready like a sponge to soak up all the wonderful goodness that suzuki sensei gives off in prodigious amounts. I mean, it practically sucks it all up like a vaccum cleaner, so you see the people around asphyxiating and cyanising, and its really
not my fault. Now we're just human, so in no more than five minutes and fifty-five seconds my head is so totally soaked with sonkeigo and kihontai and katana and kanji and sakubun and bloody crap that it simply gets too heavy, and it falls towards the nearest surface i.e. the table. Now picture michael falling face first towards a table covered with enough metallic pointy things to hold an immigration line at the
penang (my god a first world country) airport up for fifteen minutes while they look for my calculator battery. OBVIOUSLY you have to
close your eyes right? I mean, the only thing that can hold my head up now is probably a set of gallows for trolls. Then with no sensory input my brain shuts off to protect itself from uh. maozedong's legions of legendary qin warriors, and then i fall asleep. I've learned all that I should learn, all that I want to learn, but NOOOO suzuki doesn't understand that, she rattles off a
maikeru! maikeru! every fifteen minutes and tries to whack me with whatever is in her hand.
Look at this way:
Bingwen does exactly the same thing and gets away with it
Hweeleong doesn't do it and doesn't get away with it
Juanhe doesn't do it and gets away with it
every timeHey madam geisha, can we have some kind of consistency around here?
Its not my fault. honest.
ate your heart out at 1:12 AM
