I should be resisting the temptations of this computer and go mug. Well, obviously, I'm not but I will. Sometime; sometime later.
Humaira says my voice is weird. Because my voice sounds really girlish and squeaky outside, but really deep and...manly?...during training. Whatthehell. I'm insulted. Haha, but see, I don't think so. I think it's quite high, actually. Ironic.xxyy.
Oh. Mr Ong asked me what's my dream job. Me: "Um..maybe in marketing or the film industry?" Mr Ong: "Really? Well, I guess that'll be more to the Humanities side, more to Mass Comm. You should consider going into this course."
I made up my mind. I'm taking History/Literature in sec 3. Sheesh. I should cool down a bit in this kind of thing. See, my dear, take one step at a time.
People say they don't understand my blog. Did you just understand all of that?
We laughed, we cried, and all the while we felt so alive.