School. Urgh. 12 hours from now, I’ll be making my way to school.
Last night, I was waiting for my sister to get off the computer so that I can check my e-mail and stuff. I was kind of bored so I watched her as she was MSN-ing with her friend IN MALAY. I found it easy to read and understand their conversation but I asked myself if I could converse in Malay, both verbally and in written. At the same time I was thinking about that, my sister asked me if I could type in Malay and I answered, obviously, no. Maybe I haven’t been conversing in Malay enough. So much so that I’m no longer used to speaking in that language. No, not maybe. It’s for certain that I haven’t been doing that. I mean like, I can understand when people speak, I can understand TV shows and I can read the newspaper and stuff. But I just can’t speak in it. Bleahs.
I’ve packed my bag, ironed my school uniform, tied my shoelaces to my shoes. What else needs to be done? Erhm.
A person who does not know his roots is like a leaf not knowing it was once part of a tree.
