Tis the Season to be Shopping...

Shopping

Shopping

Shopping

SHOPPING!!

Yeah, I absolutely canNOT get enough of it.

Shopping is a hobby, and most definitely a passion. It sounds so cliche, I know. And considering that I am a female too! But 'me & shopping' can be compared to 'any guy & sports'.

They simply go together.

And of course, I totally and completely put the blame on my Malaysian culture.

Oh heck yes.

Malaysia is ALL about food, shopping and more food. Only in Malaysia can I go out for breakfast, go shopping, eat lunch whilst there, and then come back home before our disastrous Malaysian jam starts so that I can get ready to go out for dinner.

Man, what a life.

I swear, you would think that there's absolutely no world recession going on at all.

Then again, most people don't seem to care at this point in time.
Neither do I seemingly. I have done nothing else BUT shop... I have spent so much it's not even funny.

My entire family is calling me 'my mother's daughter' [and in common sense terms- yes I should hope so too], but I agree with them. Because mum started it by taking me shopping with her everytime! XD

I swear it's like a talent, or a gift. I'm so meticulous about it, it's funny.
Maybe I should just make a job out of it.

*sigh* I love shopping.

Mishy <3

Boxing Day

Today is the 4th anniversary of the 2004 Tsunami which claimed many lives all across the Indian Ocean.
So I can only sit back, and remember those who died...and pray that those new tsunami warnings which were installed immediately after still work, in case of another great tsunami.

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Christmas Day was great. =) I didn't take any shots of my presents, but then again, who would want to see them?

I completely forgot that almost all stores open on Christmas and Boxing Day, because in South Africa and Australia, everything is closed, lol. So when my aunt took us out for lunch after church, I was completely flabbergasted to find that things were actually open.

Yeah, I feel like such a jakun at the moment.

As of now, I am still shopping for last minute presents for people at in Perth. Thankfully, things are cheap in Central Market, but I can't keep going back now, can I? Grr. I need to spend a whole day in there. At least most of the people on my list have been ticked off.
It's been said that Malaysians have created a 'Mega Sale Culture' and I say good for us! What excitement would there be, if we had no mega sales? I feel sorry for other countries who don't have the sales like we do. :P
Also headed to that fish pedicure place. These fish [and I have no idea what they're called] feast on dead skin cells, so putting your feet into a tank of these is literally the natural way to a great pedicure! It's dead ticklish at first I admit, but it gets better after a while. I know I only dared to submerge my entire foot in the water after about 7 minutes. Before that, I only sacrificed my heel or my toes.

My feet have never been so smooth.

Not to mention it's RM5 for 10 minutes in Central Market, so for anyone heading that side: go while the offer's still there!

Central Market's also got a stall selling shirts with incredibly witty wording on them.
RHB Bank- Robin Hood Bank. We steal from the rich AND the poor. -we don't discriminate-
HSBC- Highly Suspicious Banking Company. The world's loco bank.
BMW- Burn My Wallet

Also, my all time favourite: KEEP MALAYSIA CLEAN. Throw your rubbish in Singapore.
As well as: When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping.

OF course, it was RM35 friggin bucks, so I didn't buy it. One day, I'll just go and print out my own shirt, LOL.

Mishy <3

A Politically Correct Christmas

Twas the month before Christmas*
*When all through our land,*
*Not a Christian was praying*
*Nor taking a stand.*
*The politically correct police had taken away,*
*The reason for Christmas - no one could say.*

*The children were told by their schools not to sing,*
*About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.*
*It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say*
*December 25th is just a " Holiday ".*

*Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit*
*Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!*
*CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod*
*Something was changing, something quite odd! *
*Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa*
*In hopes to sell books by Franken &Fonda.*

*As Targets were hanging their trees upside down*
*At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found.*
*At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears*
*You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.*
*Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si -ty*
*Are words that were used to intimidate me.*

*Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen*
*On Boxer, on Rather, on Clinton, and Obama!*
*At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter*
*To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.*
*And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith*
*Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace*
*The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded*
*The reason for the season, stopped before it started.*

*So as you celebrate "Winter Break" under your "Dream Tree"*
*Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.*
*Choose your words carefully, choose what you say*
*Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS, not Happy Holiday!*


It pisses me off that this could happen. I mean, some form of equality is good, but not to the extent that I am forced to hide my religion. Christmas is the day that Christ was born. It is meant to be celebrated and tolerated by all, just as other occasions such as Ramadan or Kwanzaa are. And so what if it doesn't apply to everybody? When people choose their way of life, it means that they're making an informed decision, and knew what would and wouldn't be included in their life.
Remember the true meaning of Christmas- Merry Christmas to all and to all...a goodnight!

Mishy <3>

TER Results

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Okay, before I even continue, I must let it be known to the world that I was MISLEAD.

I was told the results were coming out on the 23rd of December, and here I was happily thinking that I'd be free from the world of results till tomorrow.

Not quite so.

It turns out the results came out TODAY.

So yes, I have been completely and totally mislead.

So I called my mum in an absolute panic. And while yes my mum was really good about delving into my pig sty of a room to look for my ID number, her belief that I would not tell her my results was not so cool.

After arguing with her for at least 5 minutes and forcing her to finally tell me my Student ID with the promise that I'd keep her on the phone and reveal my results then and there, I finally managed to log in.

Okay, so at first glance, I was pretty impressed with myself. It was a good score by Australian standards. Then I remembered what the school had predicted for me and I grew even more impressed. Then I remembered what I was actually aiming for and grew steadily depressed again.

Of course, they then gave me a break down of my scores and I grew slightly more depressed at my scores.

Well, I guess I can't have everything.

But yes, before I stretch the suspense any longer, I got a grand score of: 90.25.

So yes, compared to a whole load of other people, it's pretty great. At first glance it definitely is! But compared to other people, and considering what my pride is like, it's not the best in the world.

Individual marks were...kind of dismal. Lit greeted me with 71.4%, whilst everything else ended up with 60 something and 50 something percents.

I so knew I wasn't going to do great in Human Biology and Political and Legal Studies.
History was disappointing on a dismal level. I was hoping for a score a lot higher than what I achieved. And History is pretty much my favourite subject! But Lit and History were my top two, so no complaints there. Chemistry was...on the ball. But I achieved a higher score than my Chemistry mock! Maths was again, dismally disappointing. [Sorry Mr. Mirichlis]
Those were the four subjects that were used in my TER calculation. Just like I predicted they would be.

So after a year of freaking out, almost endless turmoil, and wondering when the hell this torture would end- it's almost over.

I still have to get over the obstacle that is...

UNIVERSITY OFFERS!!!

Mishy <3

Christmas Cheer

I love music. I love choirs. By now, regular readers will know of my obsession with anything that sounds like organised sound. :P
Again, I feel a thrill everytime I hear choir music. A good choir song makes you want to get up and dance and sing along with the choir, or just leaves you entranced and captivated by every note and sound.
So here's a song by the Men's A Cappella of the Straight No Chaser Choir in Indiana University.

Whew. Long name. But the music is just...woah.

I wish I could sing like that again.

Mishy <3

What Is A TCK? [Part II]

TCKs come with an array of emotions.

I mean, most TCKs have been portrayed as little emo kids with not much more to do than travel all over the world, get pampered and mope over their living situation.

I wouldn't say it's that simple.

Everyone needs to feel as if they belong. As if they are loved and needed. If we look at Maslow's hierarchy of needs:

TCKs tend to be missing out on some of life's greatest needs it seems. We appear to be self actualized, and in a way, we reach this goal much faster than others.[lack of prejudice, acceptance of facts, what could be more true? :P] But without a stable base.

Physiologically, unless we're hobo TCKs [highly unlikely] we have food, water, sex [for the elders], sleep etc etc. I'm positive that unless you're being murdered/trying to commit suicide, no one can be deprived of breathing and excreting.
However, TCKs can sometime be lacking in areas such as belonging, and to perhaps a smaller extent, safety.
That's the base I'm talking about.

Most people I know wouldn't survive without a permanent house. Most people I know would next to die if they didn't have anyone they could trust. In a world where popularity and conformity is everything, many mono-cultural people would just waste away not knowing what to do.

Enter the TCK. We've never had anyone to really trust. Never had a permanent home. [The saying goes that the suitcase is where the home is] In order to survive without some of these necessities, we simply don't conform.
I'd say it's a good way to cope, isn't it?

Then again, when I think about it...maybe we don't really need to conform to well. I mean, after all, TCKs have reached the highest level more easily that way...haven't they?

Mishy <3

Unsuspected

First of all: Elaine can drive.
And I managed to survive an entire 6 hours with her and did not once crash. If she ever deigns to read my blog- just want you to know Elaine, your driving skills are good. =) Considering you are living in a country where driving rules are not to be followed anyway. And considering we are not in a ditch somewhere, I think we did pretty well. Getting lost and all. XD

For another, nobody seems to recognise me. I headed into school [GIS], and almost nobody recognised me. I must've stayed out of everyone's lives pretty well. Or just passed by unnoticed. [refer to other posts to have an idea of what I'm being so emo about] Okay, so people say I've changed. I did briefly pop in once upon a time without my glasses and with my fringe, so I don't quite understand why nobody remembers what I look like. People stared at me before realising it was me. Even my own name-twin didn't recognise me immediately, which is kind of scary, seeing as I recognised her the minute I saw her.
I need a pet who can travel with me. At least the pet will have experienced what I have.

Traffic jams don't seem to be all that bad. Which, okay, freaks me out a bit. I expected to come back to chock-a-block jams and horrific driving habits. The driving habits are still there, don't get me wrong. But the jam hasn't been completely horrific. I've been getting places. Slowly but surely.

Weatherwise- I have also been surviving. Possibly because 40 degree temperatures are on the brain at the moment. But I like this humidity. It's better than dying slowly of skin cancer.

Also- Chris [no need to know the surname, cuz he might get embarrassed- plenty of Chris's out there right?] can sing! Highly pitched, yes, but he can sing. =) So I am proud of him. [yes Chris, you- if you ever see this]

So far, that's all I've found out. I'm kind of not really looking forward to finding out too much more...suddenly things seem a bit weird again. I think TCKs will understand what I'm kind of feeling here. The sudden revelation of all this newfound knowledge, of what was once familiar and suddenly is not.

Guess we all need to grow up at some stage.

Mishy <3

Come Fly With Me

I have Michael Buble's song 'Come Fly With Me' stuck in my head. I love his voice, so velvety...<3

But, yes, anyway.

I HAVE LANDED ALIVE!!

Eventful it was too.

First I had to wake up at 4am. 4 friggin am in the morning.

And then I actually got up at like 4.30am cuz I couldn't wake up, and dad had to barge in and force me to get up or I'd probably end up missing my flight. [I swear I really did try to make an effort!]

Then, of course, with Air Asia, the flight got delayed. As usual. -_-" First the website said 7.05am. My ticket said 7.15am. The little TV screen with the flight times said 7.20am. Finally I ended boarding the plane at 8am.
Yeah, that's Air Asia alright.

When I ordered my meal online, I thought I was getting a nasi lemak [the realisation of which hit me at about 6am when I realised exactly what COULD happen if I ate really spicy stuff on the plane] but in the end, I received a paper bowl of...mutton rendang.

I DON'T EVEN EAT LAMB!

But I was really hungry, so it was a good thing that plane food is usually completely tasteless.

I got at the airport alright. Waited almost an hour for my luggage, wondering whether it somehow managed to get lost. Luckily it did emerge, and when it did, I grabbed it instead of letting it go round and round the baggage belt. Like the other stupid late passengers did.

But so ends my maiden air voyage alone. I loved it, and can't wait to do it again. But the next time...I'll take MAS no matter what the cost. The KLIA is just worth it really.

Mishy <3

Soon...

SOON

It shall be here.

I can't believe it. It felt like years at the beginning of the year.

But it's coming, slowly but surely.

A few more hours, I'll be back where I belong.
Back in the place where I'm comfortable.
In the place I can call home.

The air. =)

Oh! Well, I was talking about Malaysia too, of course. *cough*
We'll see how it works out this time. The home I loved has been drawing further and further away from me.
But it will remain a home. To me. In my heart.

Malaysian at <3

Mishy <3

PS. TOMORROW!

Waffling On...

I need to buy Christmas presents.

LOTS of Christmas presents. I don't know why I didn't start this earlier. I am panicking right about now. I plan to embark on this crazy mission tomorrow, and finish approximately...tomorrow.

I don't have a choice!

I have to finish packing by Friday.
Which means that the shopping has to be done by Thursday.

It doesn't exactly help that I've booked a ticket for a morning flight [well, okay it does: I prefer morning travel], which leaves me less time for shopping.

You know...it would be really nice if chinese families didn't have all these traditions and shows. Then I wouldn't be expected to buy presents back. Not that I am being expected to technically, since to the grandparents, I am still a 'child'. But my parents aren't children. And my aunts and uncles can't exactly be called seniors. And since I fly alone, I am expected to bring the presents with me.

This is truely the Nightmare Before Christmas.

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On a different topic...
Work today was a crazy experience. It was only for five hours, but WOW what a day.
I met this senior lady who was buying a card and asking if she got any kind of discount with this membership card she had. I said not with that particular card, but if she had a senior's card, she could get a discount.
I looked at her name: Beng Sim.
My mother's name is Beng Sim.
So we started having a fat conversation, all about her birthdate, her Golden Anniversary, her kids, grand kids, nephews and neices, how she came from Petaling Jaya to Perth, how much she likes eating Penang Laksa etc etc. It's always nice to meet a Malaysian overseas, but wow, I don't think she ever lost her penchant for telling grandmother stories when she moved to Perth.

How typically Malaysian...

Then some chinese guy comes up, and I think his name is Mr. Hwee. The minute he saw me, he tried to make me speak in mandarin. Then switched to cantonese when he realised mandarin wasn't working. Then back to mandarin again when he realised I knew even less cantonese than I did mandarin.
I was frantically going 'wo bu shuo, wo bu shuo!!!'
But he insisted of trying to test my language skills.
Well excuse me, but after going to two different schools trying to improve my mandarin, I think it is pretty clear that it is simply not going to work out.

Although when I think about it, I probably should have insisted I was Thai or something. But he might have been able to tell. Most chinese can. Or just not tried to tell him 'wo bu shuo han yu' at all.

Anyway, that's my day...
Moral of the story: learn mandarin and cantonese. FAST.

Mishy <3

PS. Three more days...

Please don't stop the music...

It is actually quite an embarrassment.

I really really really miss singing.

But that's not the embarrassment.

What's embarrassing is the fact that I joined choir for almost four years, and after a year, I can no longer reach the usual soprano pitch that I was once comfortable with.
THAT is what is embarrassing.

I want to join choir again!

I want to perform with a group of people. I want to dance the night away. I want to sing to the timing of an african jembe. I want to beat a tune with my hands. I want to listen to the voices of a dozen, maybe more people singing in harmony.

I want, I want, I want...

It sucks that I can't sing the same way I used to. I usually sing along with the radio, but when I listened to myself recently, and I mean actually listened to myself, I didn't sound the same way I used to sound. Certainly not better. And when I tried to sing some of my old choir songs, it didn't sound right. I was missing the 'key note', as Chris my old choir conductor would say. And I couldn't read music the way I used to either. I mean, I didn't expect myself to retain that skill during the TEEs, but I didn't think it would be that hard to get back on track again.

Bonk'aba'phandle. Zum Gali Gali. The Merry Widow. Tonight.
So many songs. So many good times.

I'm on the look out for a choir right now. And I'm hoping that to make things easier, the university I get into will have a competent choir. I really need to get back into this vibe again. The type I can only get before, during and after a performance. I guess you could call it a kind of high.
It would definitely explain why I was never interested in drinking or doing drugs.

You know, it's odd that considering how shy I used to be, I'm going crazy that I'm not able to perform in a choir.

Choir gave me some of the best moments of my life...
I just hope that my music doesn't go away.

Mishy <3

PS. Five more days.

Relief

First of all, I must give thanks to my blog.
Yes, my own amazing blog. [normally I don't say that, but for once, it must be said]
For reminding me that...

The NS List had finally been released on the website.

Yes, I actually forgot that the list had been released on Thursday. Actually, it may have been the possibility that I'd forgotten that Thursday was the 27th of November anyway. [I blame work for this]
But, nonetheless, I remembered when I checked my blog this morning, and realised that today was the 28th of November, and that I should probably check that list now.

For those who have yet to check, the website is http://www.khidmatnegara.gov.my/
To check for your name, you should enter your IC number and press the 'cari' button, sit tight and hope for the best [whatever you hope the result to be].

Checking that website was the most daunting task EVER.
Forget having to move from country to country approximately every 3 years.
Forget having to hike through acres of bush in the Karoo during Saints Trek.
Forget having to sit through six never ending TEE exams.

I had to interpret this white, red and blue flashing website which was all in malay into english.
For those who don't know me, languages are not my strong point. My malay is at best, incredibly weak.
I spent at least half an hour fumbling about the website in search of the word 'nama', after which I gave up and googled 'national service malaysia list 2009'
Thankfully, it led me to this website: www.malaysia-students.com/2006/07/malaysian-national-service-khidmat.html which very helpfully told me what I was meant to do in english. Ideally I would've liked a complete translation of the Khidmat Negara website into english or even step by step instructions of what to do, but it was enough to get me started.
I saw this sentence: Semakan Status Penempatan dan Kumpulan Siri 6/2009 Melalui Kad Pengenalan... and I understood the phrase 'kad pengenalan'.
I entered in my IC number, and was greeted with the sweetest words I'd ever seen this year:

"No KP anda tidak terdapat dalam senarai yang terpilih."

Yeah, as you may have guessed by now, I still didn't completely understand that phrase.
But I did understand the word 'tidak' and guessed that I wasn't down on the list. :P:P
Thanks to Chris Ng, who happened to be on Facebook at that time, he explained to me that it meant: "You have not been chosen for the programme."

I think it's pretty obvious by now that I did NOT want to be chosen for National Service. All the crap about adding 10 points of co-curricular activities to my resume seriously does not apply to me. I have been to enough camps to use and draw from, should my 10 points ever need to be filled. Not that I will need it since I am not going to educate myself in Malaysia anymore.
And I am so happy. I now do not have to resort to devious ends to avoid getting in.
I was seriously considering getting a Singaporean citizenship if I was inducted into the programme, meaning I would never be able to settle in Malaysia until I completed my 3 months. So I'd basically be out of the country until I was like...45.

I CAN'T LEAVE MY OWN COUNTRY FOR 28 YEARS!!

Not to mention, my complete and utter failure to translate what was on that website proves my serious disability to cope with NS. I mean, everything is going to be in malay. And I will be the lone foreigner who will most likely be eaten by tigers or sacrificed to cannibalistic orang utans by my group, if we get lost in the jungle.
Although I at least understand the words 'harimau' and 'awas'.

Life is good.
Now if only the 6th of December would come faster and I could get into the University of Melbourne.

Mishy <3

Horror Came to Me

"Horror came to me in the form of glow in the dark soup."
As the bowl moved closer, I began to wonder what this monstrous creation was. Though the substance was almost invisible to me, covered by its own source, its presence was known by the faint glow that it admitted. I stared in horror at the one who moved it closer to my face. Perhaps this was what Revelations was talking about. The end of the world.

It certainly would be if anyone attempted to ingest it.

I took the bowl, and tipped it over in the sink, watching the glowing mess trickle down into a whirlwind formation down the sink. A pair of interested eyes looked over my shoulder. The sun had set a long time ago, and the black out which had begun in the afternoon had thrown the city into darkness. Dogs growled at each other in the street below, and cats yowled their night time lullaby to the world, in tune with the bashing trees and wind across the window.

If I had to blame anyone for Mother Nature's tantrum outside, I would blame it on that radiating, glowing bowl of soup.

"Darling...how many times has mummy told you not to play with your paints in the kitchen?"


I got bored, so I took one of Ami's American University essay questions and did it for fun. Been meaning to do it for a while, and finally I have the time.
And after reading what I wrote, and considering how long it took me to write it...I think I need a lot more practice again.

Mishy <3

Worth It?

Okay, so it's been a long time since I've been busy with anything full stop. I wish I could take up dancing or choir again, but I guess I'm going to have to wait for uni to start before I even think of taking up anything that may tie me down! [Oh gosh, please anythng that will take me away from here- MELBOURNE!!]

But okay, so the slightly extra time does mean I have more time for reflection.

Yes. Reflection.

It is quite a scary topic to think about, I know.

I decided to make up for all my non-existant-ness during exams by talking to the people I'd really missed out on and everything. And, who'm I kidding, there's a lot of people I haven't talked to in ages! I could actually make a career out of it, completely. And it's not like I meet new people every other week. More like every other year. Facebook is just that convenient for things like these, really.

But, as it turns out...some people don't really seem to be worth keeping in touch with. =/
It's odd. The people I talked to everyday and whom I couldn't live without back when we saw each other everyday...don't reply back as much as I'd like.
It's odd, that the people I barely ever talked to before have suddenly become more important to me in so many ways I could never have imagined.
Plus, it's hard. When I talk, others don't. At such a great distance, I agree it's not easy, but at least I do try. I wonder, really, if it's worth all the trouble I put into keeping in touch with people, when these other people don't put in the same effort that I do.

Don't get me wrong. They have their lives to lead...and I have mine. But people seem to be so absorbed in the lives that they lead. And people have some strange misconceptions about what I do. When I first started working, most of my international school friends thought I was working to feed my family. -_-" NO, I am working to finance myself, not my family. Just because I've started work does not mean that I have suddenly stooped so low that I partake in child labour. It just means that I'm preparing myself.

But some people have been great. Been there for me almost every step of the way, and just encouraging me to get there, slowly, but surely. Put up with my fights, my strange ideas of the world [yes, it's strange - to you.] and my wild imagination. Stuck by me through my presence, and my absence. Given me as much news as they can of the world that I left. Allowed me to travel, at least in spirit, through the journey that I would have gone on with them. That's the effort I can appreciate. That's the effort I put in for everyone who's ever had an impact on my life, and sometimes others as well.
It would be nice if people could return the favour. I don't ask people to act as though I am still around. I don't expect people to give me the same attention that I once had when I was present all the time. But it would be nice if, just a few times a month or even a year...I got some news that they were still alive, and that I have not been forgotten. That the friendship we once had did not fade completely, and that I actually once lived in the same culture and time as my friend did.

I'm not specifically pointing anyone out, nor do I actually have a particular person in mind. But it might give an idea of how many people it is that just seem to gradually fade away.

So really...is it worth me putting in so much effort for the people who don't even try?
I'll keep trying...but only to find the people who will put in the same effort as I do.

Mishy <3

In another note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX!!! Hope the 18th year turns out to be spectacular for you bro. And may whatever you set out to achieve, hopefully come true. And yes, we will go to Starbucks lah. Because Coffee Bean is gay. :P

National Service Details Out Soon

NS camp details out next week

KUALA LUMPUR: Those selected to join the National Service next year will be able to check their assigned camps and batches from Nov 27.
They can check online at www.khidmatnegara.gov.my or call the National Service Department’s hotline at 03-26813446.
Major newspapers will also publish the full list on Dec 6.
The next batch of 140,000 trainees will be the largest yet, an increase of 30,000 from this year.

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.

panic Panic PANIC

*breathes*

So this is what I'm coming back to. This is what's greeting me the minute I step off that plane. This is going to pretty much determine all my travel plans for the next 25 years.
Worse yet, the batch has increased. My chances have increased. I know there's a lot of Malaysian teenagers, but there can't be so many that I won't get chosen.
Will there?

Seeing as I can't understand malay very well, I guess I'll have to get my parents to check for me. Or worse yet...*gulp* go home to bad news.
No, no, think positive. Good news. I only want good news from now on.

Hmmmm, good news... is not getting chosen for National Service. And marks! Good marks...and getting to the University of Melbourne would be great too.
I could think of a whole bunch of other things that would be great, but, so far, that's the main goal. That's the plan.

Dear God,
It's Michelle here.
I'm begging you now, please.
Please don't let my name be on that list.
Please.

Mishy <3

Just Like In Year 9...

I am FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

I used to do this on emails to my friends. They usually read my blog, so they'll know exactly what I'm talking about. XD
Smiley wars and never ending "I'm Free" emails. We had a lot of time back then.
Sadly, I may have that time again now, but I've got other things to fill up that time.
Like learning how to cook and drive. Gah.

Still, on the plus side, it's off to the land of good food, humid heat and horrific traffic again in two weeks! :D
It sounds great already doesn't it?

I dropped my uncle off at the airport to go back to KL last week, and my mom decided to lead us in, good parents that she is, and walked straight into the Malaysian Airlines queue. Then she looked at us and tried to figure out why we weren't following when I finally had to gesticulate and say 'Mum, AIR ASIA, not MAS. Too poor. Out. Now. Embarrassing.' XD
Still, I can't wait. =)

And like I said, I'm FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Mishy <3

When East Meets West

These are icons designed by Liu Yang, a Chinese born, but educated in her teen through adult life in Germany. Her work shows how East meets West. Her work fits so well with globalization of culture, people and places.
See whether you agree with her.
Blue means the West
Red means the East/ Asian/Chinese

The boss

Me

Child

Eldery in Day-to-day Life

Way of Life

Three Meals a Day

Moods and Weather

Things that are New

Opinion

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Perhaps, it is quite a generalization but it is more or less the way of the West and the East. The two parts of the world are learning from each other while the division into two parts is too crude anyway. My favourite is 'perception of each other'. Here, the West is learning to dreass, drink and eat Asian way, but the East is fond of modern look, sausage and beer.
What is your favourite?
How do you interpret these graphics?
Liu Yang's exhibition
Liu Yang was born in 1979 in Beijing, China. She moved to Germany in 1990 and lives there since. She established Yang Liu Design institute in Berlin in 2004.
For more information, please visit her website http://www.yangliudesign.com/

My analysis? BRILLIANT!
I agree with most of the chinese stuff...especially the ones of Punctuality, Restaurant and Queue in Waiting. I swear the Chinese Nationals at KLIA were exactly like that when I tried to queue up for my flight, I couldn't even breathe when I was trying to squash through to the terminal.
It's great that Liu Yang managed to capture all my comparisons between the Chinese people and the Western people into a series of artwork...and in this instance, it's a lot more effective than any one of my gazillion essays on how they compare. I'm not so sure about the Travelling one...I'm certainly not one to be happy with looking at pictures and somehow living vicariously through them! But perhaps it's just me...=)

Mishy <3

Race-Based Politics

Malaysia not ready to abandon race-based politics: Mahathir

Malaysians are not yet ready to ditch their race-based political system in favour of parties which represent all ethnic groups, former premier Mahathir Mohamad said Wednesday.

Barack Obama's victory in the US presidential elections has triggered discussion about whether a minority leader could emerge in Malaysia, which has until now been ruled by a member of the dominant Muslim Malay community.

Mahathir said there is no constitutional barrier preventing an ethnic Chinese or Indian citizen from becoming prime minister.

But he said the country is a long way from abandoning the current system where the United Malays National Organisation (UMNO), which represents Malays, leads a coalition that includes parties representing other races.

"It doesn't work, every 'multiracial' party is dominated by one race," Mahathir said after a lecture on Malaysian identity.

"Even the PAP in Singapore is not multiracial, as is very clear when Hsien Loong says no non-Chinese can become PM," he said.

Singapore's premier Lee Hsien Loong said earlier this month that the multicultural city-state of over 3.5 million people is not ready for a non-ethnic Chinese premier in the near future.

"We are still not united if we can't even agree on having a school where all children study together regardless of race, so how can we push aside racial concerns?" Mahathir said.

"Unless people come together and try to have something in common... how can you have a party representing all the different races? You have to have a base first."

Mahathir's nemesis, opposition leader Anwar Ibrahim, has declared his Keadilan party the nation's first multiracial party as its members and supporters are drawn from all three racial groups.


You know what's sad, is that in a way, however slight it may be...I actually agree with Dr. Mahathir. Not that we are not ready to abandon race-based politics, but that even in schools we are all still allowing our children to continue with a system of education that invites segregation and disunity among the population from a very young age. I mean, already we are seeing that in Chinese and Indian schools, kids must take 7 subjects, whilst in Malay schools, kids only have to take 5. Inequality?
Let me tell you I would be disgustingly annoyed if a quarter of my classmates were told 'Hey, you only have to take 3 subjects' whilst I get told that I'm forced to take 6, and then to add insult to injury, I must excel in all my 6 subjects while Tom/Dick&Harry over there can simply revel in the glory of 3As and go into the same field of work that I want to get into.
In Australia, we have a choice as to what KIND of subjects we take, but really, in the end we all still have to take 6 subjects, no matter what we end up deciding to do.

I have my own ideas on how to improve the education system although I will not propose any reforms here. To be honest, I do not need the government coming to arrest me under the ISA because I 'criticised the education system' and in doing so, have somehow managed to 'insult Islam'.

But I think that Dr. Mahathir is very quick to shift the blame on education. A suggestion I might make? [I am still not criticising Dr. M...at this point, it might seem as though I'm just trying to save my ass, but if I've said something, I actually mean it] We need a base? Yes, let's make a base. Let's start with politics. Children will follow the actions and thoughts of the adults who guide them and teach them. So let's begin at with the people who can make the reform and set an example, so that we may eventually change things and create a more united Malaysia. It is never too late to start anything, and really, it should not matter where this starting point is.

At the same time...parties can be multicultural. They can be if we let them. Just because the head of the party at the moment may be of a certain race does not mean that the whole party will lean towards that race's point of view. Looking at the general picture, if we have a Chinese head one term, a Kadazan head on another term, maybe a Malay head after that...it will show. We need to be as democratic as possible, and to elect a leader among that individual party, no matter what race they are. They should be judged on their qualities. So perhaps a Malay might be the best man/woman for the job. But surely after 50 years, a good Chinese leader must have emerged at some stage. Or a good Indian leader must be popular and good with the people in the past 50 years.

And so what if Singapore is a totalitarian Chinese nation? Must we follow Singapore? Can we not begin our own path, and allow it to be one that leads to fairness and equality? One where the Chinese are not seen as 'immigrants', where the Indians are not shunned and marginalised, and one where society may finally acknowledge the true 'bumiputeras' if, there in fact, are any...The Orang Asli, the Orang Kadazan, the Orang Jakun... Somehow we seem to forget that they are a part of the Malaysian society and that they have been there for much longer than even the Malays have been.

But then, maybe we should remember that we were all immigrants at one stage in time. If you believe in the theory of evolution and migration, that is. So let's just get rid of all this 'bumiputera' nonsense. The Malays are no more bumiputera than the Chinese and Indians, the Orang Kadazan, the Orang Jakun, the Orang Asli and so on. It would certainly save on a lot of squabbling and create a better sense of equality in an already divided nation.

50 years since independence...since the day 'Merdeka' was uttered proudly and loudly in Merdeka Square. I wonder if it was all for nothing.

Mishy <3

Starry Starry Night

Been meaning to do this for a while, but I never quite had the time...too many things popping up, as often happens. XD
Vincent van Gogh has been my favourite artist for a while now, and I've never quite understood it. My favourite painting was, has and probably at this stage, will always be Starry Starry Night. It's a beautiful piece art. I drew it out, in Year 7, and I can easily say that the highlight of art class. In all three years, yes guys. =/



Forget the mayan masks, I pretty much screwed it up. I believe it may have blown up in the oven. XD

So my tribute to one of the artists I've ever fully appreciated. Here's to hoping he'll lead me on to other artworks to appreciate.



Mishy <3

Typical...

Cheaper nasi kandar, teh tarik and roti canai now
By LISA GOH

KUALA LUMPUR: Consumers have reason to smile as the price of nasi kandar, teh tarik and roti canai should see some immediate reduction from its current selling price.
Nasi kandar will see a reduction of 20sen a plate, while roti canai (and other roti items such as roti telur, roti pisang etc) and teh tarik will see a reduction of 10sen each.
This is because the Muslim Restaurant Operators Association (Presma) and the Malaysian Indian Restaurant Owners’ Association (Primas) have decided to support the Government’s move on price reduction.
However, there was no fixed maximum price for these three food items as the price reduction is on a voluntary basis.
Domestic Trade and Consumer Affairs Minister Datuk Shahrir Abdul Samad said that consumers could check the prices against the price list in restaurants.
“All such restaurants must have a price list. It’s an offence for them not to have one,” he told the press Monday after launching the Price Reduction Campaign here. Presma president Jamarulkhan Kadir said that the prices of the three items, however, would differ depending on the location of the restaurants.
“Of course the price of teh tarik in Bangsar and Balakong would be different,” he said.
Jamarulkhan said that the price range in the Klang Valley was between RM4 and RM5.50 for nasi kandar, RM0.90 and RM1.50 for teh tarik, and RM0.70 and RM1.20 for roti canai.
“We will start with our 200 members in the Klang Valley first, and soon we hope this move would be adopted by all our 4,500 members nationwide.
“As for restaurants which refuse to bring their prices down, consumers can choose to not eat there, and go to another restaurant which supports this campaign,” he said.
Asked if such a move would incur losses for the restaurant operators, he replied:
“No, it will only lower our profit margin.”
He was also asked if there were plans to include more items for price reduction, to which he said, “Slowly lah.”

I can't believe that even the reporter is as kiasu as this! I didn't stop laughing for about 10 minutes...*sigh* Malaysia sweet Malaysia. This is really how I remember it.

Three weeks and counting...

Mishy <3

Signs of Equality

He's done it. He's actually done it.

But what does it mean for me? I was asked on tckid.com, and also via an email sent round by Brice.

A TCK made it to the top position in America. Not only that, he's an African American. I'm pretty certain that identifying with the marginalised class doesn't exactly make the walk to the top any easier.
In fact, he probably had to claw.

To me, it means that change and some form of equality and acceptance has finally come to the world we live in. 150 years ago, America was pro-slavery. Under Geroge Washington, the White House was completed by a group of black slaves. 150 short years later, there is a black man in that same White House.
Another idea that astonishes me...is the way he has fitted back into the USA, and the way he's been accepted. His appointment to the leadership of the country shows me that there is a way for TCKs to settle down, and to be accepted. For a tree to find its roots. For a fish to feel comfortable in its water. Whatever metaphor you wish to find, Barack Obama has defeated his demons, and proved that it can be done. [and due to all the good reviews that this book is getting, I really must go pick up a copy of Dreams From My Father]
Last but not least, to state the obvious, a Black man, an African American man has made it to the White House. The very name of the presidential residence says it all. Barack Obama has taken over what was formerly an anglocentric country.

So really...what does it say to me?
One day, I there will be a Chinese or an Indian Prime Minister in Malaysia.
One day, there will be an Aboriginal Prime Minister in Australia.
One day, I will fit back into the country that rejects me.
I just hope I'm arround to see it happen.
Barack Obama is currently placed next to Nelson Mandela on my list of idols. What is ironic is that I'm not even black, I'm chinese! But he serves as a representative of positive change and a united front. I'm just glad that the American people have voted for him, and in my view, they've made the right choice.

To give him credit, John McCain did make a very eloquent concession speech, and even attempted to quiet the booing, hissing audience. So kudos to him. =)

Looking forward to change.
MIshy <3

2008 American Presidential Elections

Okay, so I really really REALLY should be studying. But I can't help it. I'm so excited, I think I'll force my dad to go buy a paper the minute it hits the headlines.

2008 AMERICAN PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIONS!!

And this is the guy who should win.

What's to know about him? And more specifically, why do I want him to win?
1. He's a TCK. W00T!
2. He was an expatriate in Indonesia. Indonesia. Same here! Wheeee... He might understand my fanatical liking for rendang sapi? :D
3. Different. How many African American Presidents can you honestly say you know of? Okay, so he's coloured. But it's a step. A good step. Especially after the mistake America made with Bush.
4. "There is not a liberal America and a conservative America - there is the United States of America. There is not a black America and a white America and latino America and asian America - there's the United States of America." It's about time somebody realised that America is not white!
5. As a foreigner who knows that whatever America does affects the rest of us so much, I think I really need to see someone who can reflect the rest of the world as much as he/she can reflect America itself, and to understand...finally that they must act for the world as well as the United States of America.
6. Pulling the troops out of the Middle East? Sounds like my candidate!

Why am I against McCain so much, one might ask?

1. It's McCain. Republican. BUSH WANNABE!
2. Bad-tempered: "At least I don't plaster on the makeup like a trollop, you c*nt." --to his wife, Cindy, after she playfully twirled his hair and said "You're getting a little thin up there."
3. Yes, you may have been a Vietnam war veteran, but surely that will only serve to make me more wary of you. Military minded, and more willing to sacrifice America and the rest of the world in the fight for more oil. Come on, we all know it's not about terrorism anymore.
4. "You know that old Beach Boys song, Bomb Iran? Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb Iran." Need I say more?
5. Since when was Putin from Germany? And when did Iraq suddenly become moulded next to Pakistan? Please take a look at a world map, or check up on your world leaders BEFORE you open your mouth...can you imagine what would happen if he was the president when he said all that? http://www.tckid.com/group/lets-be-careful-we-dont-make-mistakes-like-this/

The comeback to all of the crap given to Obama by the Republicans? HAH! :P

Mishy <3

Good News...

Okay, so I didn't blog about this in my last post.
But only because I needed to change, confirm and finalise everything with the teachers.

And I finally did it today.

I GRADUATE WITH 2AS, 3BS AND 1C!!

Okay, so the C is not exactly something to be proud of. When I started out the year, I was a [supposedly] bright sparky student with somewhat unrealistic expectations that I was going to achieve straight As, or at the very least 3As and 3Bs.
But in the end...I think I did pretty alright.

I achieved an A in History and English Literature. [boy, I think we can all see which direction I'm headed in already huh?] Which, okay, maybe not so much of a surprise? They're practically my favourite subjects!
I achieved a B in Discrete Maths, Chemistry and Human Biology. [and Mrs. Ratnam told my mom that I was a science student in year 9? HEH.] I actually believed I was going to get an A for Maths, but I suppose, all things considered, and given the way my maths scores manage to swing up, down, left, right and centre...it's not actually that bad that I've finally gotten a B.
I achieved a C in Political and Legal Studies. Funnily enough, everyone thought I was going to ace this subject because I still wanted to be a journalist at the beginning of this year and would need this for the future. Still...I have never really been that good at completely memorising things, and perhaps this is no wonder that I am not really that good at P&L.

But anywho, That's what I've graduated with. =) Now to hopefully improve on those marks in the TEE...

Mishy <3

Graduation Day

It's finally here. =)

And just as it's finally here, so too, are a number of things.

On the 26th of October, Perth finally decided to forward the clock and turn on Daylight Savings time. How gay. =( But I guess it's for a good thing. I have a sneaky suspicion that this is a ploy to make us not wake up on time for our exams, and that it is therefore a test of the "Survival of the Early Birds".

Also happening on the 27th of October are Breast Cancer Day and Deepavali. Soo...good luck to all those with breast cancer and Selamat Hari Deepavali to all Indians!

Graduation was great! It got boring half way through, yes, but aside from that...I thought it was spectacular. Our Star Student was, of course, Peixin Truong. Need we say more? [to any Morley student reading this, it needs no words!] Casey made an amazing speech and Salsano got his opportunity to do an Elvis impersonation on stage.



The Yearbooks which we received in the morning were great! And I gotta say to the Yearbook Committee, THANKS SO MUCH for a great effort and a job well done. =) [yes, I am boasting here slightly, because I'm part of the committee. XD But still] The Graduation Video was also very well done, despite JB's complaints that the video was in fact screwed up slightly. Unfortunately I didn't enjoy it so much, mainly because I wasn't at Morley from the beginning and couldn't really relate to everything I was seeing on the screen, but whatever. JB and Teo have managed to sneakily add me into part of the Year 12 video bit, and after the initial "OMG, is that ME?? At the beginning of the year? What changed? Why'd they add me in???" I was quite happy to see I was still a part of the video. LOL.

So yes, now that the events are over, it's time to get down to work. And pass those exams. Argh. Exams. =_="

Guess who's the odd one out? Urgh, I should've totally been wearing a cheongsam or something...which I unfortunately do not have. Hmmm...make one in KL when I get back!! :D

Mishy <3

The Last Day of High School and a Final Tribute to Literature

Well, it's over and done with. Our last day.

I can't say I cried. I never really do anymore. I can't say it was the best thing ever at the end either. I'm not even sure how I feel about it anymore.

Maybe I really am turning into some kind of robot. =/

But graduation's on Monday. I can't wait for that now. :P It feels like the Year 12 Ball again, I can't really bring myself to study. I'm wondering whether I'll actually do well or not now. It's insane what's going through my head at this moment, panicking, yet jumping up and down estatically.

But of course, no one will ever know how I'm feeling. To be honest, I can't describe it either. I can smile, look pretty [or well, play the part, LOL], say that I really am at my wit's end over school finally coming to an end. Truth is, school ends on a continuous basis for me. This is only the final ending. But it doesn't feel any different.

But you know what, I'm going to miss Literature class. And maths to an extent, I guess, mainly because I had to do work in it. XD Despite Mirichlis's jokes and interestingly menacing sense of humour. History was a good class, but only because I was genuinely interested in the subject. If I hated history, it would've probably been a seriously slow class. P&L was a weird class, and Human Bio was pretty slow. Chemistry...let's not even go there. Here's Mirichlis...attempting to move away from JB, but not quite succeeding. :D

I'll miss McInerny's class the most without a doubt. I can't believe I won't be seeing him anymore, and I almost regret not having him earlier. I mean, how many teachers can you honestly say swear without a care in the world, order beer during school field trips and allow you to slack off during class and do other bits of work so long as it's got nothing to do with numbers? All that while maintining the school grades? "Friggin miracle!" as he would say. XD How many tables can you say look like his?

I also went and had a final crack at the school. Although sadly, the teachers that I had hoped would notice it, didn't at all. Never mind, I'll try again on Monday and see if anyone notices. I just hope that Mrs. Fortune doesn't see that, I might be expelled before I can even graduate from school. XD Graduation Day soon. I'm gonna make the most of it.

Mishy <3

The TCK Alphabet Song

I found this on tckid.com and want to say thank you, right now to the person who found it.
I think I'm going to try to remember this song when I have the time after exams. XD It's ridiculously cute, and I have to have to share it.

Exams are up in a week and a bit, and my Graduation Night is up in 5 days. This is it. It's finally over. I can't believe it's all finally boiling down to an end. New life, new experiences...I just hope I'm ready for it.



Hmm, I notice South Africa is missing...

Mishy <3

Philosophical Thought for the Day

I have a theory that people will become what they aspire to be.

Not in the basic sense of "I want to become a cleaner when I grow up" though. There's no aspiration whatsoever in that.

I mean that whatever a person is lacking...that is what they aspire to achieve. And that is exactly what they will end up doing for the rest of their lives. Trying to fix it. Trying to chase after it. Trying to come as close as they can to it.

If a person was insecure...they would end up becoming a psychologist.
If a person wanted to feel loved and welcomed by other people...they would become an event manager or organiser.
If a person wanted to understand the mysteries of the universe...they would become a scientist.

Just things like that. And I've heard of instances where insecure people have become psychologists. I wonder whether that's actually a good thing, many times. How can someone, insecure of themselves ever help me out of my OWN psychological problems and insecurities?? Yet, I find that sometimes, these are the best people for the job. Because they aspire to cure themselves of their insecurities, and therefore they in turn can help others more easily.

I find myself doing that as well, in many ways. My own travelling has made me...alone. Striving for information. Looking for new places to fit into. To belong to a culture. To discover new things, whilst trying to blend in with what I once knew. To continue to travel. I wanted to become an archaeologist, initially. That incorporated my need to discover, the need to travel, and my need to blend in with the past and a particular culture surprisingly well. Then I wanted to become a journalist. Then I wanted to become psychologist for a time [possibly during my own insecure pre-teen years]. Now, I aim to become a teacher. Or possibly a hotel manager. Perhaps an air hostess. Or even own my own business. In one way or another, all these occupations have incorporated the thrill of the discovery, the adventure of travel, the influence of the past, and the acceptance of other cultures. [then again, my quest for a mono-cultural lifestyle is in itself, also part of the thrill of discovery, and the acceptance of other cultures]

Even in Chinese/Japanese/Korean cultures, we are somehow well known for having amazing drawings [think anime - Lord only knows why], and I believe that it is because of our intristic passion for the sciences that makes us so keen on discovering the artistic side of our identities. Japan and China notably, have been undergoing industrialisation for so long that, artistically, they've never really been able to contribute much to their cultural identities.
In India, their life is steeped into the arts, culture and superstition. They have hundreds of gods, all with their own obscure way of controlling the world. Yet, how is it really controlled? How does it work? Why does it work that way? If we look closely at India, we notice that the passion is with the sciences and the mathematics because they strive for a clear idea and knowledge of things around them. One look at their universities and their medicine degrees is all we need to see and know. XD

But that's my idea. That we aspire to achieve what we lack, and we do so for the rest of our lives...whether we do it knowingly or unknowingly. =)

Mishy <3

Murder Me

Seriously. Go ahead. Right now.

I have no idea whether to be happy or not.

I got my mock exam marks back, in case no one can tell. =(

Well, I guess I'll start off with the good news, since, well, it deserves to get out. :P
I got 82% for my history and my maths!! :DD Never been happier for these two. Especially my history. I didn't think I would understand what was happening, and true enough, for a few sources I didn't. But I made it through, and I'm glad. And now I have to make sure I do the same for the finals. =(

For the others, I got in the 60% range. 60% for Human Biology. 61% for Political and Legal Studies. 63% for Chemistry. 68% for Literature.
How much more crap could this get, I was banking on Lit and Human Bio to be at least 70%! I always knew Chemistry would end up somewhere in the 60% range, although I was sort of hoping for above a 65%, seeing as I had somehow managed to convince myself that the paper was relatively easy. [Conto later told us it was actually edging on the hard side]
Still, I think Human Bio was a weird paper, and the top mark was 72%. =/ A scary thought, but at least the whole paper will get moderated up and I'll hopefully reach in with a 70-something% in that paper.
I sent my Lit paper in for remarking because I did a practice essay with the same question I did in the exam, and somehow managed to lose a full 5 marks from between the practice paper and the real thing. =/ Wonderous miracles indeed, but if all works out well, then I will have achieved at least two 80%s, two 70%s and two 60%s. Hmm, 4 A's and 2 C's. In Australia anyway. In South Africa and Malaysia, it would have been 2A's, 2B's, and 2C's.

Much as those marks look really good...it's still not good enough. Or at least not as good as I was hoping for. =/

Dear God, give me the strength to drag those marks up by the ear in the TEE. Amen.

Mishy <3

Mocks

Are overr!!!
But I now have to deal with the real deal in approximately three weeks. -_-"
Kind of upsetting considering the mocks feels like it's the end.
I think the exams went alright. I think.
Lit was pretty good. Well, then again, we had the questions beforehand, so it was more than alright.
P&L was...weird. =/ But I think I passed, and again, I reserve all comment till the results actually come out.
Human Biology has me slightly worried. I think I did okay.
Discrete Maths was pretty good, only I'm now wondering if I actually understood what was happening, or I misinterpreted it all.
History...has definitely got me worried. Then again, history constantly leaves me in doubt. I reiterate, I have an abusive relationship with history.
Chemistry will always freak me out. But for some reason, I wasn't as freaked out as I usually am before a Chemistry exam.
But, well, I have five days left of holidays, so I'll leave it all alone for now, and I'll confirm my feelings on the exams when the results come back. XD

I have a graduation dress! I love it. =) And I have no pictures yet, but there shall be some when I actually go for graduation. Xd LOL. But I can say that it is short, blue and has a strap. Hoorah! :P

Mishy <3

Tribute to Life

This song is kind of weird. But I like it. And, okay, I didn't exactly write or sing it, so it can't really be MY tribute to life, but...
It describes what point I'm at, in a very subtle sort of way. The video itself is pretty much my life, perhaps minus all that water. Although it'd be kinda cool to see those kinds of scenes everyday. It offers hope for the future as well. It gives a hint of direction for where life should go.

So far, this is possibly the only thing that's calming me down right now. Forcing me to look towards the future. Be bright. Remind me what this is all for. Remind me how to live.

This is "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz.

My tribute to life. I'm Yours.







I'm Yours

Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
and now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my bestest
Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon its again my turn to win some or learn some
I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love
Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing,
we're just one big family.
It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love love
So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours

I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and I laughed
I guess what I'm saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do
Our name is our virtue

I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours

Well no no, well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me
ah, la one big family ([2nd time:] ah, la happy family)
It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love love love

I won't hesitate no more
Oh no more no more no
It's your God-forsaken right to be loved, I'm sure
Theres no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours

No I won't hesitate no more, no more
This cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours, I'm yours

Mishy <3