The week.

Right I totally missed out Daveen’s birthday in the previous entry because I was still thinking that it’s 10th January. Nevertheless, Happy 17th Birthday Daveen!

I met my class & concluded orientation this week. The burning of T’spranza was what really hit home. No matter how much I complain about it, I guess somewhere inside I am very sekretly Rafflesian at heart. Man, wish I were a little bit closer to my OG, but that’s how life is. They’re having OG outing tomorrow apparently but I’m still torn between joining them or going for the NUS Guitar Alumni concert, or just staying at home to work on stuff. 09A03A! Yes that’s my class and I’m proud of it. We have very nice people, really. Introductory lectures were pretty engaging and our lecturers are pretty much all cool people, way different from secondary school. I do enjoy the change. In fact it’s pretty much your own world in JC; everything’s up to you. The independence of it all. I’ve always thought of myself to be one who enjoys having structure, but it’s turned out otherwise now I guess. Meeting old friends have also made everything more homely, like, I actually fit in somewhere, and that some people accept me. It’s exactly like how some people can just brighten your day up with a sentence or two. I’ve finally realized how much I’ve missed you all.

I’ve finally gone for a guitar lesson, after a two-week hiatus. My tone is improving, apparently. Guess that’s a good thing. Parents have sort of agreed to a new guitar.

But right now I should be going back to working on my projects. Stuff for Chinese New Year, and something for people closer to home.

AND NO I DO NOT WANT TO MARRY YOU, FUZZY.