Last night, out of the blue, I decided to write something in Mandarin.
Trust me, it wasn’t a pretty sight.
I stopped like hundred of times just to write one paragraph, and I have forgotten how to write some of the most simple words. At the end, I just threw the piece of paper into the dustbin, and then started writing in English.
Now I won’t even tell people I am Chinese educated, and it was a Chinese Independent School. Out of the 300 students taking the final exam (SPM), I was one of the few who barely passed Mandarin exam, and 2 guys flunked the exam (well, one of them is German dude and the other one is an Indian girl).
Okay, I am going to find a hole to hide.

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