Obviously spending less time on the Notebook. There’s just so many things going on outside the cyber world. There’s a huge gap of hole that needs refilling. Huge void that needs stitching. Lots of stuff to consider. And obviously too, I couldn’t talk about it over here.

Ask me something else, and I might tell. Will prolly talk about 0 balance transfer too…. but then again, I’m pretty bad with numbers, so.. :þ

And I made cendol. Lots of them.

Mom asked why I made so much.

“I’m gonna feed the whole village.”

And so there I was, turning the kitchen upside down during the whole process. Mom even offered some help too. Bless her heart.

When the cendol’s finally done, mom took a sip and gave me the thumbs up. Yay, I made a delicious cendol!

Then later, mom and I packed the cendol into small containers - and I made my parents deliver them to the relatives.

Not bad lah my cendol. They taste good too. Maybe I should be a chef, ha? Coz if I wear my nerd glasses, I’ll look a bit like that famous chef, Kylie Kwong. :þ

I should consider changing my name.

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I was at the top of the hills behind my house again late evening, yesterday. It feels great being on top of the world. I could see the whole village from there. All the houses seemed tiny and so little. This must be the kind of view God sees from above. We are just tiny little humans living on this borrowed land. With one swipe of disaster, God could take our lives away, if He wishes.

Being alone on the hill made me think of my life. My short life. My very complicated life. I would be lying if I say I have achieved a lot in my life. The fact is, I have achieved nothing. It was such a failure that I don’t think I deserve to be in this borrowed land. So I think I should go. Someday. Soon. And I should put most of my clothes and stuff up for sale.

Afterward, I went down the hills and started burning twigs and hays. Despite the warnings from both mom and dad not to start a fire, I managed to start a huge bonfire. It was so hot, I felt like a witch burning on a haystack.

Fire gives me the comfort I needed. The crackling sound of burning twigs brings joy to my ears.

I’m making bonfire again today.