Greetings, humans.
Yes, I realize in your language 'Happy New Year' isn't really an anagram of 'Oh Damn, Not Again', but it is in the language of my home planet, Snaktuf. Yeah, I hate it when jokes are lost in translation, don't you?
Anyway. New year, new year. The big One-oh, people, it's here. The end of the decade. 50 years from now, stations'll have "Music from the '10's Hour" and call Rihanna's Umbrella a Golden Oldie. Shiznit. We're getting old.
And 'So-and-so of the Decade' lists are popping up everywhere. Song of the decade, Body of the decade, Look of the decade, Gadget of the decade, Playmate of the Decade. My favourite, though, I saw a 'Celebrity Death of the Decade' list somewhere. Guess who won that one? Hah.
So my New Year's Eve was pretty good. Dinner with the Sayang at Michelangelo's in Solaris MontKiara. We tried our hand at fine dining, so to speak. And we did fail pretty badly (I farted audibly in the presence of the waiter, and the juice was terrible, so we ended up mixing them in an attempt to synthesize something palatable), but it was fun. An experience. Hell, we're just too used to mamaks and Mickey D's to start playing the upper-class couple now. Haha. Soon, maybe. Lemme earn a 7 digit salary first.
I'm working hard on Maths now. I'm almost-kinda satisfied with the progress I'm making. I'm still not practicing anywhere near as much as I should, but I think I'm slowly getting there, as Mr Conquest would say. We're getting there. Which reminds me. Shit. I haven't started Econs.
Mmmmf. I'm just not used to extended blogging now. I'm so used to the micro-format of Twitter and Medium-size of Tumblr that i'm reaching for points here, as you may have noticed. Behold, the Internets indeededly destroys minds and attention spans! So i'm gonna stop here and start packing for college. Check back in a few days for a quality post for a change*.
*Author will not be held liable for feelings of outrage due to poor quality of promised high-qality post.
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