It’s no longer early, and it’s not like i’m not sleepy either.
But the sleep bug just wouldn’t come.
I know i wouldn’t be able to fall tight asleep even if i’d allowed myself to rest. For one, the upcoming Japan trip seems too much of an excitement/anxiety for a mind that has already been worn dead by the tough specialisation choice which i have to make by tomorrow. The choice between bread and love doesn’t only seem to happen literally.
It isn’t the first time when what i like don’t coincide with what i do well in.
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Regrettably, i’ve only gotten a B+ for my Japanese language elective. I don’t understand why, and i suppose i can never do. I’ve never slept for a single minute during all the hours of lessons we had the entire semester. I’ve never skipped a single lesson if i can help it, not even the numerous Saturday make-ups. If there’s only a module i can proudly face up to, it would be this. I should not even attempt to mention the proportion of time i spent sleeping for my other modules. I should stop comparing the number of other classes i’ve skipped. These are the times when i really hate myself for not comprehending all the ironies of how things turn out. And i shall hate myself even more for being past caring about seeking for the answer to “Why?”.
It takes too much effort for me to clasp onto anything tight.
In just another 3X24 hours, i’ll be on a Japan Airlines flight on my way to Osaka. The lights would probably be out by then, and i shall ask for my set of poker cards to keep as keepsake. Choya will be good with breakfast in the morning, and i shall grab 10 sets of brochures at the Kansai International Airport. I wonder if it still looks the same as was slightly more than 1 years ago.
