It smells of summer.
That is all fine and well, but I still wish that summer hadn't finally decided today of all days. 25°C and high humidity had everyone at Kendô practice wheeze and gasp under our helmets like a troup of Vader clones. Also, last weekday of the holidays- lousy timing. Monday would've been nice.
Also, not a good day for my contact lense to tear up. Especially not when I don't notice that until warm-up, and have to spend the rest of practice half-blind.
I've been learning Japanese for 3 years now, and I still can't communicate with Japanese people to save my life. Because what little comes to my mind seems to trivial, and what eloquent stuff I might say takes to long to come up with. How I envy those who know hardly any Japanese but don't hesitate to use it; such as my boyfriend (who happily chatted with my aunt Emmi last year while I stood there like a fish), or such as Roland today. We had a Japanese visitor, and after practice (when we have to hurry to get out of the dôjô until 10pm) he was chattering with Nahoko while everyone was hurrying. Eventually, Roland shouted "Domo... shauâ... hayaku" ("Please... shower... quickly"). Which may not be a great achievement in speech-making, but is totally sufficient to get your meaning across.
*le sigh*
On my way home, a car before me had 離魔 on its rear window. 魔 means demon. 離 means separate. I cannot find the compound anywhere, however. Whatever.
Tomorrow is the mad Star Wars day. All six episodes, plus Clone Wars, plus some sort of special programme at the CinemaxX. Oof.
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( Der Sommer kommt )- - -