Today was a happy yet challenging day. The happy part : I went to a sale and bought some stuff that are difficult to get elsewhere, and a fraction of its original cost. The challenging part : I accidentally broke the key of the balcony grille…a terrible thing that is a bit too tricky to explain.  Let’s leave it there. I still dunno what to tell Nazri. I’d like to impugn the maid for distracting me from keeping an eye on the act of turning the key, but I guess it’s not fair for her, urghhh!

I found myself struggling to write my thesis. One struggle is of course my precious Adam trying to ‘help’ me with my thesis; I even have to remove the chair away from the table every time I stand up, usually I just put it in the kitchen. But I have a bigger problem. The idea was there, staring at my face for more than a week now, but somehow I found that my command of English was getting worse than ever. I’ve always known that my skill on preposition was pathetic, but to struggle with the choice of words, tenses and other grammatical errors have taken a toll on my writing speed and ultimately self confidence. Why oh why did I decide to do this this in English? Perhaps I wanted to change things for the better. You see, I’ve once laughed at the idea of having to retake the IELTS or TOEFL test after 2 years, since I didn’t think that language is something that can become deteriorated if not used after some time. Now, I’m eating my own words. I should have known-my Japanese was not improving after I left TKC nearly 12 years ago. And to think that I actually scored 1A for my 1119… it’s just a pity.

And hopefully that my ever oh-so-supportive Nazri will stop making fun of my English. Damn, it hurts! A bit. I think so. Or is it? Whatever…