Nothing exciting has happened to me during these holidays. Nothing exciting, yet. I haven't been entirely productive in homework or study either. So much for goals and aims for the term break!

Wanna know what I've been doing all this time? During my four out of 19 days here?


Ever since dad bought my brand spanking new satin silver slim for my birthday, I've been crashing it out for hours on end in a day. I got hooked on Kingdom Hearts II, until my machine wouldn't play it anymore. Now, I'm burning rubber on Burnout: Revenge like a reckless goon. Oh, and did I mention the new telly in my bedroom?


It's not new. It was one my grandparents' four televisions on their 23rd apartment. I figured they didn't need it, seeing that they would have three other tellies to make use of. Hey, it's only got two AV plugs. The yellow and red. They're called AV right? Well, if they are, hurray. 'Cause there are only two of them, making this machine old.

I told myself, "You're going to do some homework and study this Easter break, and that is final!" Oh, after doing that, I whispered back to myself, "I know you won't do it. Just have a think about it, kay?" It's true. I tell myself to do some homework by carrying a mount of books back, but in the end nothing gets done.

Ok, maybe a bit of this Year 12 Euclidean Geometry 'cause the first chapter is easy (Dude, just give reasons to why that angle is that angle!)! I still have a list of things to do (a list produced by my Bio teacher, how nice of her) for Bio, an English essay to refine and complete (supposed to be handed in on the last day, but I skipped all those classes to spend time with Jude), a TAFE: Journalism news feature to be completed (but not due till the 3rd week of term!) and studying for my Japanese Speaking test in Week 2 next term. All this has got to be done, yet I haven't actually got to the job.


Oh, but I have been playing tennis! I played yesterday morning! I specially went to bed early the night before (midnight is early, all right?) and woke up the next morning, had breakfast and went to whack some balls. Tomorrow, I hope to do the same!

Dad sent me a message today. He had arrived in Rome. Why he is there, I do not know. I've decided to stay with the idea that he is there on business. Mum thinks he's there with friends on a holiday. He told me, "An alternative for LA would be Rome and Italy. What do you think?" What a decision! Where would I rather be, dining it out possibly with some famous star on the Wilshire Boulevard of Los Angeles, or learning about the absolutely ancient history of Rome and enjoying the ancient sites? It's a tough decision. I've always wanted to go to both places.

In Primary Year 6, before my UPSR exam (a mandatory exam all Primary Year 6s had to take in order to get placements in the ranked secondary schools), I told Mum that if I achieved the highest result (which was an exam report of 5As), Dad would take us on a holiday to Los Angeles. I was so excited about it that I even bought a Dummies guide to California. I'd look through the pages, reading about the sites - where to go, what to do and what not to do, where the famous people had their coffee, where all the action was happening. I was an enthusiastic little 12-year-old.

Fortunately, as a result of my, what I like to call, "studying", I achieved the dream result. As for all subjects. It came as a surprise to me. I had actually thought that my teacher lied as she read my results out. By that time, I had forgotten about Los Angeles. I was alot more bothered about my future secondary school. I was more bothered about leaving behind my friends, who were all gone to local Malaysian schools, while I was destined to be educated the Aussie way.

Rome. I've always wanted to go to Rome. It's a beautiful place. I've always wanted to see that colleseum that where blood was really shed. I've always wanted to see the city of Venice. The city of waterways and no cars. These things really make me wonder. I love the historical sites. I really do. I appreciate them alot more than I did before.

If I balance the two countries out, I put myself into a huge dilemma. It feels like, this would be a once in a life time thing. If Riana and I don't make up a decision, and go somewhere while regretting about not going to this other place, it's like we'll never have the chance to go again.

I shouldn't think that way. I've got a whole lifetime ahead of me. I can always go to either place when I'm older.

I'm going to have a shower now. One thing I hate about Malaysia's weather (ok, one of the many factors): the humidity makes my hair look like fish shit. Not literally, thank goodness. I like using different animal faeces to describe bad things. It's fair to them all.

Cheers.