I like the way the sun shines through the windows today. It's heart-warming, emotion-lifting, and happiness-promoting. It makes me want to run on the grass in the National Museum of Natural Science or take a bicycle ride around the city. Butterflies are always here and there. They fly aimlessly but, I believe, with great merry.

    Still, I'm confined to the indoor activities for the entire day. I've decided not to fix the score I previously mentioned. That's the kind of task requiring not only hard-work but also talent. I, unfortunately, am insufficient in the latter. So I assigned myself a new work.

To practice writing.

    After two weeks' all reading but no writing, and all typing but no jotting, I now find letters from my pen barely recognizable. So I again vow, to roll back to the old days and start writing. So far I've done pretty well, with all my letters not only recognizable but also fitting in sizes with each other. My next step is to align them and perhaps, I won't have to use a ruler to straighten them out.

    Don't you laugh, partner. That's what I'm going to impress you in the following semester.

    I'm going to visit Eslite again tonight, if everything permitted. Now the evenings and the nights are the only escape from the confinement I'm in. To be honest, I have a feeling as if I'm grounded. (But actually, I'm not.) I've been looking for chances to go out, even if only for a walk.

    Any friend of mine considering asking me out for whatever activity could be? Maybe that increases the odds. I'm in dire need for fresh air….