recently, i'm getting abit insomnic...........probably because i kept sleeping at 2am in malaysia.... yeah.....BIG shocker there! the( in vera's words) guai pai is sleeping at 2am......wow.......but it's true, so now, i can't sleep and usually just lie there until i fall asleep. (e.g 2 hours)

everyday has been pretty much the same except for the fact that CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!!!!!!!!!! PRESENTS! BANG! BANG! PRESENTS! BANG! BANG! (cheer while doing red indian screech) yesterday, we set up the christmas tree, well actually, my sister set it up while i watched her toil. =D and i must say that it looks nothing less than FANTASTIC!!!!!!! it's done up in gold and red by the way. then, the christmas lights got entangled... and i spent half an hour untangling them to find that they DO NOT LIGHT UP!!!!! wtf. pissed. gave up on the tree and left the light hanging on a chair. then i came back much later to find the lights kept and the tree set up. stood there, smiled and told myself what a great job i did..... harhar...like i did anything........=P

and because i spent so much time on the computer, my dad is threatening to confiscate it...whoop......so i spent the entire afternoon reading chicken soup books.( and to those of you who don't know what chicken soup books are, you ought to get a clue or be shot...) found a very, very meaningful poem in there. and so i will type it out here for you guys to read, WORD by WORD. and mind you, it's a very long poem. better thank me for this.

Please Listen

When I ask you to listen to me
and you start giving me advice,
you have not done what I asked.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you begin to tell me why
I shouldn't feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you feel you have to do something
to solve my problem,
you have failed me,
strange as that may seem.
Listen! All I ask is that you listen.
Don't talk or do- just hear me.
Advice is cheap; 20 cents will get
you both Dear Abby and Billy Graham
in the same newspaper.
And I can do for myself; I am not helpless.
Maybe discouraged and faltering,
but not helpless.
When you do something for me that I can
and need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fear and
inedequacy.
But when you accept as a simple fact
that I feel what I feel,
no matter how irrational,
then I can stop trying to convince
you and get about this business
of understanding what's behind
this irrational feeling.
And when that's clear, the answers are
obvious and I don't need advice.
Irrational feelings make sense when
we understand what's behind them.
Perhaps that's why prayer works, sometimes,
for some people- because God is mute,
and he doesn't give advice or try
to fix things.
God just listens and lets you work
it out for yourself.
So please listen, and just hear me.
And if you want to talk, wait a minute
for your turn- and I will listen to you

although i'm not a christian, it makes sense no? wait and, and.......
I won the eagles award
&
I am excited about christmas
&
I have been crazy gaming
&
I'm going to HK next tues until Dec 31st
&
there is no violin lesson next week bcos it's CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!