Good Friday - Sabbatum Sanctum

The Christian world celebrates Easter. Besides Christmas, this is the most significant Christian Holiday in the world. The story of Jesus is still the most painful yet beautiful in the world, despite the cruelty he had to endure before and during the crucifixion. The Passion of the Christ by Mel Gibson depicted the last days of Jesus with great precision. A truly heartbreaking story. Jim Caviezel, who played the role of Jesus, was struck by lightning, accidentally scrouged, had his shoulder dislocated, and suffered from pneumonia and hypothermia.

Yesterday, right before buckling down to my daily routine, i.e. writing my entry, one of my mates called, saying he was around the block with a test car and invited me for a test drive. I couldn't resist the temptation and agreed to go on a ride. It was a brand new Volkswagen ID BUZZ, a bi-colour micro-bus. What can I say; a forty-million-forint car that accelerates like a cheetah and has plenty of room for seven people gave me goosebumps. He rode to Visegrád on the back road, and it took him 14-15 minutes to get there through the hills and forest roads. I wasn't scared or panicky, but my pulse rate elevated in some curves. After returning home, he allowed me to drive the car, which was an exceptionally great experience. What a pity we can't afford such luxury and buy a similar beauty. Maybe one day...

As for my English studies: I did some tests yesterday and today, and despite some irritating mistakes, mainly due to my being heedless, I was satisfied with the results. What is more, to make sure I wasn't cheating, after finishing the morning session, I did the same tests again in the afternoon to make sure the success of my morning performance wasn't out of pure luck. I made notes of the unsure ones and checked later using chatGPT and some online dictionaries. My performance while doing these test were significantly better compared to the results of my previous attempts I'd done a year ago. I remember being terribly angry with myself and the results, but now it was the opposite. I've got high hopes.

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Chillaxing

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