Change

"OMG! It's been a long time since we've last met and you didn't seem to change at all!"

... This is an overused line one usually hears from old friends or ex-classmates during a gathering or something.

The thing is, I disagree with this line a lot. And I certainly don't like it when people automatically assumed the other doesn't change because there aren't any visible changes or they didn't change themselves. Whatever the reasons are, I still disagree.

In my opinion, people do change. It is just the matter of whether it's visible or not.

People who change their outer appearance is obviously visible, may it be 'nerds' who wore make-ups, 'populars' who became more extravagant, or maybe a new hairstyle, whatever.

People who change their personality is semi-visible, like the shy became outgoing. Or the loud became quiet. I'd recently met a friend who was once emo became less emo and more... thoughtful about the future. I also had a friend who was somewhat outgoing became very emo (and bored). But sometimes, the changes in personality are so small that it is only noticed by a few. Nevertheless, it is still a change.

However, there are those whose change are less visible (or less noticed/cared). Knowledge is something we gain everyday, may it be during class/lectures or a bit of pondering and discovery. But people don't show it unless circumstances cause them to flaunt their knowledge.

And also, one's taste. This can be both visible and not so visible, but surely you yourself know if you have a change in taste. I know I have. =P

There may be things I've missed, but feel free to add or correct me.

This thought have been lingering in my mind for days, but I brought it up just today because of a recent meeting with an old friend of mine yesterday. And this friend had implied that I have not change... Or, to be more precise, things that aren't my forte is something I would not try EVER (because she thinks it's so not me) when, in reality, I already have... although it's not something I'd like to admit.

So, the point of this entry is: People do change. I'm not saying I did, but I'm not saying I'm didn't. This is something that only I know myself, and not something that everyone would know because, unlike 90% of teenage/young adult bloggers, I do not broadcast my life to everyone in a blog OR in reality. Or, in a simpler/ruder term: I don't whine and bitch, much. >_>

... But if it makes people feel better thinking I'm still the old me, then so be it. I understand that there are people who are afraid of change that they want to seek an ounce of familiarity, because it brings comfort to their hearts that there is still something that has never change... and because they feel better knowing that they're still in control of things.

Whatever people think about me, I won't care because I know who I am, and I have my own reasons for my actions...

I am who I am, and I am definitely not shaped by people's words.

Because I am not the product of the environment; the environment is the product of me.

Yukata~!!

My brother came back from Japan. =3

And, he bought a Yukata for me~ <3

It's white, with some floral patterns! 83

Happy happy happy!! X3

I'm so gonna wear it during my birthday or something! XD

And then, I'll try to post a piccie here. =D

Sloth

Ugh... I suddenly remember why I've stopped blogging before I start this blog.

Several reasons:
A) I just don't have the dedication/energy to update often. ._.'
B) If you ask me to pick between writing a story or my life, I'd rather write a story. 8D
C) Yes, I guess that means I don't like people knowing much about my life...?
D) One word: Sloth.

So, what's happening these days/weeks?

I've battled countless assignments (in fact, I've just submitted one today).

I've also found out that BIS isn't too bad. It just requires some reading, and most of the important texts are probably in the textbook (so unlike Marketing).

LAW is... okay. I always needed some time to digest, but it's mostly okay. In fact, it can be easily mastered if I'm just willing to take some time to make my own notes and prepare myself better. But I'm lazy. >_>'

FA1 is probably my worst, but I'm trying to correct that. Can't afford to screw up in next week's Mid-Sem exam.

Microeconomics is getting harder, but it's not as bad as I thought. Yes, I need to sit and take a look at my notes again. Revise. Do something.

In conclusion, I need to do more revision. 8D

... But I'm lazy. At least, I'm feeling lazy now.

And I'm still playing with a plot in my mind; an idea of a story to be submitted to UniSA Yearbook.

I'm also recently attracted to the anime 'The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi'. It's worth a watch, really. I rarely like main characters of an anime, but Kyon is an exception. I might even post a review here if I feel like it. =3

My brother is coming back from Japan on September 3rd. Yay~

... I'm bored.

New Semester

Gee, how long since I'd last update this? I'm lazy when it comes to blogspot sometimes.

I'd never liked missing the first day of school; it gives me the feeling that I've missed out something important, or that I've just 'penetrated' into a course, or that I'm not getting off into a good start.

Nevertheless, missing the first day was somewhat worth it as I've passed my driving test. (Go me!)

Business Information System seems like a boring subject. Or maybe I just ain't prepared. I'm just not in a studious mood these days. Man, I need some motivation.

... And crap, I haven't even buy my textbooks! I heard there's a stall that sells textbook cheaper than University Bookstore, but I can't remember where!

I hate feeling so unprepared. >_<'

3rd Auntie's Singing Comeback!

If I were to describe my mum's family, I'd say they're Singing Sensations.

Just a quick explanation on my mum's side of the family: I have 4 Uncles and 3 Aunts, so from eldest to youngest, I addressed my uncles as '1st Uncle, 2nd Uncle, 3rd Uncle and 4th Uncle'. Meanwhile, for my aunts, I call them '1st Auntie, 3rd Auntie and 4th Auntie', because my mom is the 2nd eldest among my Grandma's daughters, so to the rest of my cousins, my mom is '2nd Auntie to them'.

Most of my uncles and aunties are somehow connected to the word 'singing'; it is either their 'past', their source of income or their job. Nevertheless, every single of them seemed to have a passion for singing.

My 3rd aunt is under the first category. Since adopting an idyllic life of a housewife, her singing career went on a hiatus for more than 10 years (about 15-20?).

Recently, she was invited to sing at a fund-raising concert for the Sichuan Earthquake.

Result: She rocked the whole house.

So...

Check out the videos! Give her your support!

Dabliu Tee Eff

Monday was a crappy beginning for me, with a long chain of events happened due to my carelessness.

Starting with not bringing my wallet to college.

... And things that are too embarrassing to be written here. So, I'll leave it to everyone's imagination.

Urgh, yes. Monday soooo crappy that, after lunch with the 1.5 gang, I sought for solace in Main Campus library to print out the latest ADA notes (and recover from the shameful ordeal).

While I was surfing to my heart's content, Keh Kuat came over to my seat and asked, "Hey, did you check your blog?"

My half-dead blog with almost little to zero people who knew of its existence? "Nope."

"Oh," He scratched his head. "Someone commented your entry."

I blinked. "Wha? Really!?"

"Yeah, someone commented in your entry and blogged something-"

"Who was that?" I was pretty excited. "Guy or girl?"

He frowned, struggling to remember. "It's a guy. Jenson or something."

"JENSON!?" That emo-looking dude whom I'd talked with on Thursday; who possesses an un-emo-ish passion for ghost stories, mangas and games; writer of an emo-looking blog; has a wide network of un-emo-looking friends?

"I dunno," He waved his hands in defeat. "Why don't you check it by yourself?"


I did.


And I sms'ed Balqis, heart brimming with excitement.


Yes, that casual conversation on Thursday... It was something that has inadvertently lit my creativity flame, urging me to finish my incomplete stories (both fanfics and original stuff). It was hard to continue my old works when college assignments piled up, with more new ideas born and await for a chance to be released.

Writing is a passion that began when I was standard 4. I used to write a LOT when I was in primary and secondary school, filling useless exercise books with childish, silly stories. And, unlike Jenson, I still have most of them (even the first 'book' I've written!) =P. Most of my friends in school encouraged me to be a writer, often joked that I must give them free copies of my first published book. One of most memorable encouragement was from a primary school friend, who confessed that books are his bane, but claimed (adamantly) that he would read mine (if I'd ever publish a book) even if he has to search every single words in the dictionary. I was sooo honoured!

Writing is in my family's blood: My dad writes movie critics in newspaper, my mum is the head publisher of a Buddhism magazine and my elder brother... is a genius writer/blogger/director. >_>'

... But of course, I'm not as good as my family. My writing skills are limited; there are times I have to resort to drawing just to express my creativity. So, the journey to become a 'word manipulator' and a 'recognized writer' is going to be a long one... ^_^'

Well, thank you for the recognition, Jenson. Let's work hard to achieve our dreams for the future, w00t! =P

Drained

I'm just... so drained to post these days.


Or maybe I'm just plain lazy?

It's like one wave after another. Assignments, relatives, exams... Crap, I want some peace. And when peace comes, the void of loneliness formed. I'm conflicted. I felt dried-out. I want to approach others, to expand my horizons... but my weary mind can't think of any topics except study study study. My early months hyped has vanished, replaced with old timidity. Writing and drawing is a rare hobby I find in Malaysians (or maybe I just didn't seek them enough).

... x_____x' I seriously need a break.