Sei Ngan Mui (Four-eyed Gal)

Yup! That's me - soon, anyway. Got my eyes checked at the optometrist this afternoon. It's official that I have to wear specs. Will get my specs on Monday.

"I can't say what I mean."

"I can't mean what I say."

Just by switching two words around, the meaning of the sentence changes completely. *Being random here*

I am currently rewatching 'Whisper of the Heart', an animation by the super-famous Studio Ghibli. Somehow, I recently acquired the taste for romantic animes and movies.

p/s: daydreaming is nice.

Holidays may be boring and annoying, BUT...

I LOVE IT.

Ahaha. I discover that having a retiree for a Dad can be really annoying. Dad has this habit of waking up almost every hour after 1am to give me a stern warning: "Please organise your time well, ah." or "What time are you going to bed?" or he would just sit at the stairs and stare at me for a loooooog time, just to make me sleep early. Heck, I really want to be defiant once in a while and just let him stare at me and my lappie as long as he wants, for all I care. But my softie heart insists that I shouldn't treat Dad that way and so I promptly go into my room, and..... can you guess it? Continue watching anime/Jap drama! Genius, ain't I? But Dad figures out my trick soon enough and sometimes he turns a blind eye to the whole situation.

Mimmy has a slightly different tactic. She usually doesn't care if we sleep late but there is always an occasional day when she is slightly more concerned (I wonder why is that?). She would prick my conscience, by sitting around near me, possibly yawning, while I am doing my thing (watching anime). Then, I would just give up and say: "Okay, let's just go up, shall we?"

And concerning breakfast.... with pulling late nights every single day, it is only normal for me to sleep in. Hence, I cannot join my family for breakfasts at kopitiam every morning at 9am, because I would be in deep REM sleep at the moment. Dad, knowing that, never fails to ask me: "Will you join me for breakfast tomorrow?" Sometimes, I would hesitate for a few seconds, "Errr...." or just be silent. By then, Dad would say, "Oh well! I guess it is a negative answer again."

"Why must you ask me the same question every single day, knowing what my answer will be?" I once asked.

"I will continue asking until there comes a day when you shall join me for breakfast," Dad replied, with a mischievous grin. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating a little about the 'mischievous grin'.

Me and my parents - battling each other in a psychological war every single day.
It is Boring. Routine. Annoying (with a capital A). But at the same time, Amusing.

My parents never cease to amaze me!

Malaysia's heart is burning

While it is understandable that people would want to defend their faith and thus, debate over the use of the word 'Allah' in Christian publications, I could never understand those who attempted arson at 3 different churches in KL two days ago.

Violence would only breed hatred and contempt, sow seeds of discord and fear.

While non-Muslims can only urge the Government to apprehend those responsible, it is up to the Muslims to denounce and reject acts of violence. I have always believed that being the majority, the Muslims have a greater influence and power bring this country peace and harmony.

Just now, Li Vern asked me: If given a choice to live in another country, which one would you choose? I chose Australia or a random country in Europe. But in actuality, I don't want to leave Malaysia. Some of my friends are considering leaving this place and seeking PR somewhere else. Their parents think it is better to seek their fortunes in countries other than Malaysia.

I already consider Malaysia as a part of my being, a part of my family. In times of trouble, I would not forsake my family and the same goes for Malaysia. I am not being patriotic. I am just a sentimental person. You might think I am stupid, because if Malaysia's situation were to be as bad as Somalia, would my answer still be the same? Yeah, you bet I would answer differently. But the fact remains that Malaysia is not Somalia.

I still think that Malaysia is a beautiful country that has a great potential to be a more prosperous and peaceful country. But it could only be if we are willing to make it happen.

Memories Mission

A plan to find all my memories that are scattered on seemingly insignificant notebooks, scrap papers, high school test papers etc etc etc.

I realise I miss those schooling days - juggling 6 tuition classes, homework, TV time and also my volatile emotions. I would give almost anything to go back to the past, which is of course, impossible as of 2010.

p/s: start to feel old already. 4 months to my 21st. sigh.