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Mar 23, 2008 05:48

I've been holed up alone in my house this entire Easter weekend. I've imposed a deadline on myself - I must completely finish my Japanese poetry assignment by Sunday night so that I can have the entirety of next week to finish my 15 minute literature presentation and to also start my equity essay.

Surprisingly, I've finished already. It's terrible, I'll admit, but I've finished it. Never again shall I have to write Japanese poetry. Never again will I have to try to squash Japanese words I've never used before into stupid syllables, and somehow make the entire thing a parody of another poem. NEVER AGAIN.

I actually spent more time constructing two tanka than I did writing an entire analysis of parody tanka. I am so not a poet.

The monotony and sheer boredom of sitting in front of my computer, reading, writing, working, was broken by a very amusing email I received from my cousin. Her name is Tammy, and she's seven this year. You wouldn't expect someone so young to be able to send an email independent of adult help, let alone write a sentence by herself. Somehow, she did. And adorably so.

This was the first email she sent:

hi
how was your day today? And today we went to a concert and it was for piano and it was
fun.

ffrom tammy

I replied thus:

Hello Tammy!

I am well, and my day today has been quite good so far. How are you? How was your day today? That concert
sounds like it was fun. I love listening to the piano, but I can't play it at all. Can you play the piano? Maybe you can play some piano for me next time I go over to your house.

From,
Huy

And she replied:

hello
i am very well thankyou., i am sorry i could't send you a E- mail i was too busie. how was your day today?
i had a grate day today, okay i will piano next time for you.

thankyou ' goodnight
Tammy Bui
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Isn't that cute? It's such a refreshing change from Jason - my thirteen year old brother who only this year learnt the functions of a capital letter, full stop and comma, and who recently used my razor to shave the area between his eyebrows.

Yes. The length of my razor is indeed significantly larger than the area between his eyebrows.

He grabbed my razor, pressed it above the space betwixt his eyebrows, and brought the damned thing down in one slow, almost magnificent stroke. He shaved a good one to two centimetres off each end. When I asked him why he did such a thing, he replied, 'I was scared that I had a monobrow.'

I have not the words.
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