So much has happened within the last two weeks, and I can’t bear to think that it is slowly fading from my memory. It seems that problems accumulate at the same time and also resolve themselves together.
Two weeks ago, on an attempt to run away from all the stress of having to pass my Japanese driver’s test, I headed out to Tokyo Disneyland with my friends Jess, Amanda, Leslie, Rick and Marissa. I’ve always gone to Disney with family and with little tykes, but this time, it was an
all-adult entourage that screamed, ran, danced (Pooh dance and Nemo dance), and frolicked on the happiest streets of Japan (aka Tokyo Disneyland). We also met up with Marissa’s cool teachers, Kazumi-sensei and Shinobi (NINJA!). I definitely had a blast running around, uninhibited, and feeling like an eight-year old again. I also got a cute Nemo pen from my homegirl, Amanda. I had to flaunt it at school, heheheh! I Love NEMO!
And on Wednesday of that week, I failed my driver’s test for the second time. Maybe it was because I was still recovering from the happy-high of Disney, maybe because I was tired. I completely fell off the course on the very narrow S-curve (my front right tire when plunk). I failed, needless to say, and I scheduled to retake it on that week.
Like the week before, after I failed my driver’s test on the first try, I had a streak of bad luck following me. I was so afraid it would come back again, but luckily (no pun intended), it didn’t. I also received great news from my big sis in L.A. telling me that she was expecting a baby boy in December! Henry and Shirley will have a son! I had a feeling about it in the beginning,
And finally, I passed that dreaded Japanese driver’s test. I think the instructor took pity on me and wanted to get it over with that he overlooked a lot of things. But it was a great day because I finally had it off my shoulders. I also arranged all my insurance papers to fix the scratch in my principal’s car, renewed my insurance, and changed the oil in my car. And I still had enough time for my Japanese lesson. What a great productive day that was.


Don’t we all look cute in jail?


