Hey. I suddenly have this Germany-Melissa complex thing. Just like an enzyme-substrate complex. Only it's like an antithesis. Because I do not feel attached to Germany. In fact, I have this 'Oh, Germany? Okay, so?' rxn now. And I feel wicked. I feel happy. But still like Germany, to a tiny extent.

I wonder how people can remember things, like Chinese so well, remember like their life depended on it, and their results come out, bronzed and polished. And here am I, hanging onto the edge of the rope, and still, my brain refuses to burn into my brain any of those silly ci yus. Well, the thing is, I can barely care, which is definitely not the right attitude if I
1) want to pass Chinese (and try getting an awesomely awesome A1), and
2) want to glorify God.
It's so just not right isn't it? Maybe I'm just not for Chinese. I don't know, but while I'm at it, I suppose I'll do my best.

How can they turn the Chinese language into a subject? A language has no boundaries, as far as I've perceived, but they have this thing called the 'shou ce', and that sets the boundary.
In comparison, English has no bounds. That's good, but not so good because that means that we do the English exams without knowing what will turn up. Which might not be such a bad thing if our command of English is good, which is so not true in my case.
I'm so screwed. My languages are awful and my both math subjects aren't going to do me any justice to the final score.

School is awesome,
School is great.
School makes me look forward to every break.

On a parting note, I shall conclude that I still have to mugggg for everything. Bummer. And also, I wish I could meet guys with wickedly sexy English accents, if there are any of them out there, e.g. Prince William. His accent isn't that wicked though.

Someday, my Prince will come
Someday...whatever.