I am so proud of myself because Ray liked the birthday present I got him this year.

xD

KL is full of paranoid pessimists. They'll tell you that everywhere's unsafe, that everybody's out to mug you, and that you should use backpacks instead of handbags, and if anyone says hello, run away.

Okay, I made that last one up. But I still like to think we Kuchingnites are optimists compared to them, and hey, everyone uses branded handbags over here! So much for not using handbags.But that's not my point today. My point is...I went shopping alone! In KL! And I came back safe and sound even though everyone was plotting my demise on the commuter. Paranoid parents will have you believe that. No, I'm not talking about my parents, I'm talking about theirs. =P

I love the Central Market (also known as Pasar Seni). I've been there 3 times in my entire life, and I am still not tired of it. MidValley? Times Square? Sorry lah sien already. Nope, I don't usually go shopping during the school term, just during holidays. This weekend was Deepavali, and Rene wanted me to get some stuff, so I had the perfect excuse to go out and shop. Man, I love shopping for others. It's spending money on pretty stuff, minus the guilt. =P

I am so excited about the little thingy I got my friend. Wait till she sees it. Wait till she sees it. =D

Thought of the day : I don't like the person KL has turned me into. I can't even smile at random strangers on the street!

When I was little, I wasn't afraid of the dark - because I was too blur. (I'm still not afraid of the dark, mind ya.)

There was once when I was sick, the doctor prescribed antibiotics, but the antibiotics wrecked havoc upon my body, and I didn't say anything to my parents - because I was too blur. They eventually found out.

When I was very little, my brother used to bully me because he was very jealous, and I took everything in stride without crying - because I was too blur. I probably never knew a better life anyway. =P

My cuzzy who witnessed the earlier part of my childhood called me a "tough cookie", and some people think I'm fearless, but I think I'm just blur.

Sometimes I wonder why I wasn't born more intelligent. xD

Over the past few months, I noticed that "Your Grace is Enough" is a favourite song of DUMC's. They sing it all the time. I usually get tired of a song when it is over-sung, and I'm starting to get that feeling already when I hear the prelude to that song. But the song lyrics are true, and I realize that God's grace IS enough for me. But we humans are so forgetful.

Now I don't know if this happens to all of those studying overseas or merely "over the South China Sea", but I get homesick every now and then, especially when problems come all at once. When there are more obligations to fulfill than you  can take, or when you're so frustrated at all the government activities you have to join just because they said so. When the lecturers make you irritated with their immature remarks and not very open-minded way of thinking (from people who have a Masters/PhD, I certainly expect more). So many things can go wrong.

But God is full of grace, and He knows how much I can take. We were supposed to go for the SIPMA (Sukan antara Institut Perguruan Malaysia) opening ceremony next Monday, complete with a week-long rehearsal or something along those lines. They don't call it "tenaga kerah" for nothing. Who in their right minds would want to go for something like that? No offense to those who actually enjoy activities like that, we need people like you to take our place. =P I'm worrisome and paranoid and a planner, so I foresaw the whole weekend going to the bin, and not even the recycle bin at that.

Then suddenly, our institute's batch wasn't involved anymore because other institutes sent more than enough people. A similar incident happened with the Merdeka Day National Level celebration, only that was because of H1N1, not excess manpower. Almost deja vu, you know. I think we're possibly the first batch of students who escaped a month-long training session for the national day celebrations because of the timing. Now, no more SIPMA. What else can I say, but PRAISE THE LORD? I'm convinced of the power of prayer.

Your grace IS sufficient for me.

P.s I'm going to continue praying for all those redundant activities that we're forced to take part in, and maybe, just maybe, God's favour will be upon me.

Yesterday was the Mid-Autumn festival, and I only found out a day before the festival itself. Hehe. Some things never change.

This year, I didn't celebrate it. Okay, to be fair, I 'celebrated' it months in advance because my brother's an avid fan of snow-skin mooncakes, but what I meant was I didn't get to play with lanterns as I usually do. Yes, mooncakes are sold months in advance in West Malaysia. It's so commercialized nowadays. *sigh*

Okay to be HONEST, playing with lanterns was never the main point. It was burning stuff with the candles INSIDE our lanterns that was fun. Dried leaves, sticks, paper, you name it, we burned it. I think one of the neighbourhood kids even brought along some kerosene once. What fun. =P

Fire was always something that we kids weren't supposed to meddle with, and forbidden fruit always tastes sweeter, so yeah. I even went to the extent of burning onion skins with fire from the stove just for the perverse pleasure of watching them crackle and glower and become ashes. XD When my parents weren't home, of course.

Bonfire, anyone? =P