Je manque Monsieur. Sa voix est reposante. And he doesn't act to be humourous or something. He has the gentleness of a Frenchman. Sigh. Life would be so good if I was still under Monsieur, plus Señor, but I guess you have to adapt to the unexpected changes and to the various disappointment. It's kinda ironic.



I'm said to be fickle; maybe I am. I've changed half of my subjects, and I'm planning to change my CCA. I don't be fickle because I'm fickle; I act fickle because I've been seeking for the better and because I've never given up. Change and change and change, and discover what I'm up to and what suits me in the process of making changes. Changes add colour to life, isn't it?



Exams are over, but still a long way ahead. More organisation is needed in my life. Need to work harder for my dream.