flashback

FLASH BACK

Saturday is a special day.

It’s dedicated for my Japanese class after a full week I’m busy with those English classes.

Well, I enjoy this class because there is no pressure before-while-after study.

I used to learn Japan in High School and I loved it. The sensei was kind to me because (maybe) she knew that I was really enthusiast in her every class. She told me her story when she has visited Japan. She said that SAKURA was so damn pretty.

And disaster came in my sophomore!

Madame XXX entered the class and said .. “comment allez-vous?”

WHAT??

WHERE was MY OHAYOU GOZAIMASU???

The headmaster changed it became le français

Yeah, honestly I forget how to write France correctly hehehe so I beg your forgiveness baby. Kiss!

At first I enjoyed it because it made me thought that I was SEXY when I produced France words from my mouth. Hahahaha

Week by week felt like living hell.

Confused, hard, horrible … Hands Up! Give Up!

Oh Eiffel tower I’m in love with you but not your language.

Every time I see people (who wasn’t born beneath the Eiffel tower) speaks France I say: OMG she/he is must be a genius.

Now I have a chance. I am learning Nihon go.

Wish I visited Japan one day, saw the fabulous sakura, and met RUKI-sama .