Punch Me

A list to validate that living in Japan all this time is a little bit more meaningful than it seems to be (considering how painful the last two quarters had been, how everyone else is graduating, how I’m not sure about things):

1. I can speak Japanese, and other things – writing Japanese, reading Japanese, etc.
2. I know some Japanese
3. I've paid my own bills. Electricity, water, phone, everything, you name it. Quite thrilling actually to see the number showing on those small pieces of paper that appear magically in my mailbox.
4. I pay rent every month. Just when I thought those bills are more than enough.
5. I've cooked soup, pasta, curry, stir fry, rice, fried rice, a bunch of scrambled eggs, and stir fry. I had never chopped onion before coming to Japan, so give me some slack.
6. I was in five different countries last year. For someone who had never been asked to show his passport for seventeen years, the last five years were quite unpredictable.
7. I have my own cameras.
8. And I take photos. 
9. My English got somewhat better?
10. I've read much more kinds of book. 
11. I can buy clothes outside of Eid Al Fitr.
12. My campus' computer labs got iMacs, the big one.
13. Almost forgot that my tuition's free.

I should just shut myself up now.

Save Point? Or Cutscene Before Boss Battle?

It's almost June, the first half of the year is almost over. To avoid cliché, I will not mention anything concerning the speed of the passing of time.

Talking about halves, it's already the second half of my first quarter of the year. Similar to last year, the beginning of this second half is also the time when I suddenly realized, "Dang, I should study."

"And dang, I should fix my sleeping habit."

"Dang, assignments are piling."