Happy 1st Birthday, Me, The Humans and Plastic. I hope you're fine with me spewing my thoughts through you because I may never stop. It's been a good year and hopefully, I'll be able to continue doing this for a long time. You've never failed me and I appreciate you in times of triumph and woe. Also, look what you made me do: I'm talking to a blog, namely, you. Aiyaya. Answer me!
It's been a year already? Man. It only feels like it's been a month. (Sarcasm overdose here. But I'm sure you can tell.) I've learned so many interesting things from you, like what you ate for dinner, why you are thankful you're not a fish, what you did in school everyday, which colours of the Cube you've solved so far and how crazy you can get with books. (I mean, would it kill you to post without using the word 'book' for, say, a week?) Yep. Interesting.Funny. My blog reminds me of someone -I just can't figure out who it reminds me of right now. But I can refrain from using the word 'book' for a week. Really. In the meantime, I've decided not to lay a finger on the 26 reading materials waiting to be perused in my room until the examination is over. I don't know how it got to be that many.