Remember me vowing to become ambidextrous at the start of this year? Well, it just happens so that I do need to be able to write with my left hand now! I would prefer to, anyway. Decided to have the cyst on my right elbow removed, so writing hurts a little now. And as you might have guessed, I still can't write with Lefty.



Met up with Lyd just now, and she bought me a bloc of my favourite Cadbury :)! Without a doubt she did that because she feels guilty that I got her a birthday present when she didn't get me one last year, haha! So transparent, so Lyd.

I guess it's apparent that I have changed quite a bit since we first entered TP, and I'm surprised to see that she is still the same.


Stepping into my first year of school, I had my head in the clouds with no aims whatsoever. All I knew was that I had to complete my course within three years; I didn't even know the minimum GPA for graduating.

The following three years then saw me undergoing major reforms; for reasons fluctuating between sheer muddle-headedness and spurts of spontaneity, I was moulded to form opinions, be engaged and pursue my ideals (this part came too late though). And I had liked it. Relished it, to be exact. Because along the way, I had gained friends who learned with me, shared with me and - hopefully - will stay with me, and for that I'm grateful.

I'm also thankful that God, despite his warped sense of humour, was kind enough to spare me some sanity in the form of two people, whose names I deign to reveal, when I felt like I was living in a world gone mad.

I hate to think that my life at TP has come to an end, but I guess the old has to make way for the new, and while current circumstances ensure that I have no illusions of my new life to come, I do have lofty aspirations. This time round, it will be different; I will bury my ego, surge ahead and, at the end of the day, keep my pride.


Now. Time to find a (temporary) job.