Dear Diary,
I am seriously wondering why you are called a blog. Is it to mean that this is a "big"log of someone's life or is it some sort some sort of complex mathematical formula that involves the use of logarithm?? I don't know cause I just find it strange. Also, Why is a diary called a diary, is it because people in the past write about themselves after having some dairy products thus with some twitching here and there, it becomes diary. Strange isn't it, haha.
Anyway, it was MAF yesterday, just another typical HC activity. And I am just another Ang Kheng Wee in HC. Dunno how to dance, dunno how to sing. Ended up sitting on a class bench which is quite different from what it used to be talking with my kindergarten classmate. How time flies. In a flash, I am already 19...soon... a different sort of person from those bo-gay(no teeth) adolescent years, I think, though I seriously still enjoy cartoons for no apparent reasons. Haha. I wouldn't say I had matured which I doubt that I ever will, but that I am a person with more responsibilities now that I had to start fending for myself. Really lucky that SAF actually want me, given my poor results as compared to the stellar results of my colleagues. In a way, I have a job after graduation and a stable job it is, thus, not too bad...not too bad.