vale[ blog ] diary of the last hollow soul

First, that Little engine that could or something like that. I don't know that story, but the words can and could always remind me of it. The reason is that when i was heavily into learning loads of new kanji in april (a habit i since gave up), in the Heisig (pdf) book that Robert gave me was one: 可 that according to there had the meaning can (as in be able to) (though that book gives no readings so i had to browse the unicode charactertable to write it now), and the example story to remember it has something about a little engine that could. I could remember it only because it didn't make any sense to me. So instead of that little engine it was the kanji with that strange steamtrain story for me.
Yesterday luckily by lunchtime my stove was working all right so i could make my meal without trouble. I also realised i have nice corn-pea-carrot mix in the freezer, so i put that in the rice as well. Makes it a lot more filling. In the afternoon we had a tanabata party, we talked a lot and did origami. I really like the story for that day. Or rather the whole day like in itself, the feeling. The wishes (i think mine was the shortest)…

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Morning, was lazy to do anything. Just the coffee and the breakfast (the first load of coffee is gone, i used now the second half, and it tastes a lot better), and rush off to school. I had lunch at the cafeteria (i hate this word, i have a totally different meaning associated with it), some kind of strange noodles, but it was really good and refreshing. Though didn't really wake me up. We practised one minute speech with the others from class for the exam, and i really enjoyed it. For some reason our improvised random topics seemed to be more interesting and easier to talk about than most of the previous ones.
I was dead tired on the third lesson, almost really fell asleep (really close). I very much hope the teachers are not offended by this habit (too much), since i usually pay attention. I had guitar lesson as well, then i was so hungry i decided to make something real to eat. Potatoes, with cheese, one egg and yoghurt. For spice salt, oregano and pepper. It ended up good, unexpectedly, because it really seemed totally burnt. Then i wrote about a city i really like (in japanese) (Paris). Troublesome. But at least nothing else important to study for tomorrow.

I'm almost on schedule now. Yesterday i reviewed most of the grammar, but tomorrow afternoon i'll be busy with the composition about a town or city i like. Guess what, it's naturally Paris. I love that city… So many memories. But i'm trying not to think any about it until then because i have to prepare for the exam, where i'll only have 90 minutes to write about something totally unknown. (It's not even something we learnt about, so i have no idea how i'll cope with the vocabulary.)
My rice today for lunch turned out strange. I don't know if it was the rice or the instant don, but it always felt like having a huge pile of dust in my mouth. Strange. Now in the afternoon after the table tennis practice i retired to my room to have shower (i would've went with the others to have dinner, but in this weather i'm constantly sweating large scale, and that exponentially worsens if i'm doing sports, not to mention for hours…), did most of the homework (though my kaiwa book is still missing), and something that was intended to be like what Cory wrote about some time ago. A thick pancake, with salad, tomato and egg. In my case it was salad, tomatoes, eggs and yoghurt. (Though next time i'll drop the plurals.) And i realised i can't make a pancake. I can't turn it. I'd really appreciate if someone explained how that should be done. It ended up a bit too much, and the pancake was not only torn up but sweet as well, because i decided some vanilla would fit well—next time i'll stick to salt i think.
Now i really feel happy, at least what i call happy, though i still have to wash the dishes. And that's a pain. Tomorrow will be fun. (Guitar.)