I think kan, it's about time I do something about my braces.

Other than the fact that it is severely damaging my outlook on myself, I think it's come to the point that most people think I'm twelve years old. (And also, the sole reason to why I am consistently friend-zoned on every single occasion. I'm in denial, i think). Last week, a random American tried to guess my age and jengjengjeng, he guessed that I was 24. I honestly had no idea if this was a compliment or an insult, so I punched him on his forearm with enough force to make him know that I tickled with joy (or the exact opposite), and not enough, to show that I'm being friendly, and this is how Malaysians are when they're friendly.

Did I tell you I'm looking for a company to do my internship at?

My search is ultimately fruitless as of now. Been trekking through phone interviews, one on ones and five dozen and a half emails.

LUCK IS ALL I HAVE FOR YOU.

-R