Sat,Dec 16th 2006

Quick blog update.
It's bloody late,considering what time I have to wake up tomorrow morning.It's 1.55am now,and I have to wake at 6 "tomorrow".Sigh,life is hard.
I found out yesterday that I'd be leaving for M'sia tomorrow instead of today,so I had a day free.I thought I'd just stay home and paint all day.In the end,I spent most of my day out.I woke up at 11.30am,and went out for lunch with dad,sis,and bro.I had Tom Yum Ramen from that Mee Hoon Kway stall,it wasn't bad.I still don't understand why the hell they have to put prawns into the ramen.Maybe prawns aren't bad,but I hate having to de-shell them myself,it's so irritating,because I don't have enough patience to slowly peel.I'd rather have left the prawns as they were,but my sis forced me to eat them,saying they were the most expensive ingredient and so I had/have to eat them.Everyone would be so much happier if the Tom Yum Ramen makers would just leave the little prawnies in the sea alone.See,we do need world peace.

I told myself that I'd finish all my holiday homework by the time I get back to school so I can get off with a good start.I don't relish the idea of being yelled at on the first day of school.I'm sure nobody would,unless they're masochistic (is that the right term?) or something.I'm gonna use the boring time in M'sia to do boring stuff like painting and homework.You may think painting is so fun,blah blah blah,but it's actually quite boring/frustrating.However,the end results are beautiful,for painting,I mean.Homework can't be beautiful,at least not for me.Ok,it can.Anything can be beautiful,depends on which way you look at it,and the kind of person you are.For example,Hitler might think it's fun to kill people,and the end result is beautiful,even though normal people like us think he's an a**hole.
I can't actually believe I'm typing these things in the middle of the night (or morning).It's now 2.07am.Sometimes,when one is tired,thats when they think the most.Well,it depends.I realised that when I'm tired,I suddenly start noticing how fascinating it is that people can look so different.There are short people,tall people,people with different eye colour,skin colour,shape,hairstyles and hair colour..The list goes on and on,and can you believe it,every single person's path through life is definately different.No two people experience exactly the same detailed things in life,which is amazing.There are so many different paths in life,it's like a game of choice.Make the right choice and enjoy glory and happiness.Make the wrong choice and you feel really angry or sad,and you face consequences.Life can suck,but it can also be beautiful,depends on who you are and how you look at it.When I say "who you are",I mean your status and what happens in your life and..Ok,I dunno how to explain that,but you get my point.Brain not working properly at this time,but I'm determined to blog before I set off to visit my grandparents (and some other people living with them).I realised today that I don't know any of their names.I don't even know what exactly to call some of them,except maybe my grandparents,who are just..them.You know what I mean.

As a kid I wasn't very proud of my..roots.Honestly.I dunno what I had against Chinese (Language and anything to do with it),but I had something against it.I don't know why and how come,because I'm Chinese myself!I just disliked it so much and hated that I was so poor in that subject and that even some kids who were of other races did better in it than I did.I felt inferior,I guess,in a way.I kind of felt ashamed that I was Chinese and I couldn't do well in it,but I've learnt to accept that,and I'm doing a little better,I think,now that I've..learnt to appreciate it.Had help along the way,so that was good.I've learnt that Chinese ain't bad,and I'd be stupid to try and hide from it forever,because I know I really can't do that.Like it or not,I'm Chinese.Hah!Maybe I've been typing rubbish,I blabber when I'm tired,but..well,all this does mean something to me.Overall,I think I got a 45 for my Chinese.Dunno where on earth it came from,but it doesn't sound that bad,compared to the under-30s I used to get.Mr Fernandez told me,"An improvement is an improvement.Even if you only get one mark higher than usual,it's an improvement,".
That was because I got a mark higher than my usual.It didn't really make me overjoyed that I improved,but it was an improvement nontheless.

Dude,I'm tired.