Ice-cream

It's winter here, and I know it sounds slightly insane, but I've had ice-cream more than I have in summer. Friends call me crazy, because it's pretty much what I have for breakfast every morning. I've had it for breakfast, lunch and a little night time snack. Perhaps the cold's just not getting to me, or my love for ice-cream has gone way over the top. Either way, I don't mind. :)

Memorable Days

Memorable days are special days. They're the days we remember most. They're days that we associate with our loved ones, or days where something special happens. Wedding days are memorable. So is a birth of a child. The first day of school is memorable. And then there are the days where one single person or thing can make it a memorable one. Meeting a new friend. Splashing around in the rain. Helping a person and seeing that wide grin on their face after. Your little cousin finally walks. Someone you like asks you out. Someone completely random at the bus stop starts making conversation, and you talk and laugh for the entire bus ride. Those kind of days.

Going through my "childhood treasure" yesterday, I found a book full of my written compositions during my primary school years. I was not my best yesterday, and somehow, reading my innocent thoughts when I was at a much younger age made me laugh. I don't even remember writing them at all, but reading through them really did lift my mood. I realised what a twisted yet funny kid I was. Oh, those primary school days were just the best. Not all of them, but there was definitely some really memorable ones.

And I thank God for those memorable days. Those, and many others. I thank in advance for the memorable days that are coming my way. Because if it weren't for them, I will have nothing to remember my life by. Nothing to remember people by. I really do thank God for that.

You

You took care of me, and made me better when I was all kinds of sick. And I wish I can do the same for you right now. Or at least be there with you.

Today

Today was pretty good, despite the fact that my dear friends (Rach and Trix) had decided to look at Barbie dolls, test out perfumes and look at nail polish. I can't blame them for being normal girls who like perfumes and nail polish, and liked to play with Barbies when they were little. So I just stand there and smile. I don't know why, but I was never into those things. I've never put on make-up in my whole entire life. Never played with a Barbie doll. And hence, the perfume. I don't try to be different, I don't try to stand out. It's just one of those things, I guess.

I'm now in the library, just finished watching The A-Team with Rach and Trix. We were going to watch Legion, but unfortunately the times for the movie were changed, so we chose to watch the A-Team instead. It was pretty good, or as Rachael would say, "Fully sickly awesome!" We came to our own conclusions about the movie. Rach loved Mr. T, and is apparently seeing A-Team again, and again, and again; she's getting the DVD the first day it comes out and claims that it's the best movie ever. Trix reckons that Bradley Cooper looks like Wolverine. As for me, I thought it was pretty good. Fully-packed with hilarity, genius action scenes and great script - it's what's expected of the A-Team.

Anyway, I had a good time with Rach and Trix; they did lighten my mood a little. They're great friends to have.

I wonder

Today, I wonder what I would’ve become without the people around me now.

My grandpa – the person that taught me everything about life, comforted me when I had a bad day at school, and chased me around the house and made me feel like the most special girl in the world. My grandma – the one who always managed to keep me in good health, looked after me when I was sick and always, always cared about me. She, too, made me feel like the most special girl in the world. I wonder what I would’ve become without them. I can’t.

And then there’s my other grandma. People always assume that I love her less because I had not lived with her, and had lived with my grandparents. And yes, although there are times that I wonder that myself, but I don’t reckon I do. She is as important as my parents and my grandparents. She’s always remained a crucial figure in my life, and always will.

Then there’s my mum – the one who could scrutinize me until there’s possibly no ground, but the one who would stay up at night when I’m at camp and like all mothers, care and worry too much. My dad - the one who I love spending time with; we share the same interests and tastes. The one who’s more interested than anyone about my friends, and the people I hang out with.

I wonder what I would’ve become today without them. I try very hard to imagine, to picture how my life would be shaped without them. I can’t. I try, but I can’t. There’s no other way I would have it. They’re really the best fit for my family. I could never ask for a better thing, so I thank God for giving me such a beautiful family. Sure, they have a few flaws – everyone does. But perhaps it’s their flaws, along with their great guidance had made me who I am today.

The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo

Watched The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo last night with Mum. I was not disappointed at all; in fact one of the best movies I've watched in a long, long time. Lisbeth Salander (the main character) is exactly the way I pictured her in the books, and I loved the guy that played Mikael. Their acting was absolutely superb, and each scene was captured beautifully. Thriller and mystery - it's everything I expected, if not more.

We got home quite late, but needless to say, we both enjoyed it thoroughly and are both looking forward for the next installment to come to Australia.