It's 12.30 a.m.
It's Merdeka (Independence) Day.
I'm sitting in front of the computer,
in an apartment in Melbourne,
EATING FRIED EGGS.
Most of my friends have gone clubbing. The rest have gone for "glam" dinners.
did my Chemistry project with Jia Yi.
Yes, I know I have no life.
A couple of my friends asked me to go clubbing. My parents said it was okay, as long as I be careful. I've never gone before, you see. In the end, I decided not to go.
1. For the past 17 years of living my life in Malaysia, I've never even celebrated Hari Merdeka. The most I've done is to stay up till 12 am, to watch the fireworks.
2. I'm still underage. I turn 18 this year, but I'm not legally 18 yet (birthday is in December).
3. I'd rather save the first time I go to a club for something more meaningful, like, say, my 18th birthday. Or something like that. Then it would be, you know, meaningful. Omg, clubbing virginity. Ahah. XD
Not to say that Merdeka isn't special, of course. I'm proud of my country, its been able to stand on its own feet for 51 years.. That's got to count for something.
You know, I kind of like the "Jalur Gemilang" song. I find it quite catchy.
So, to all the Malaysians out there ..
SELAMAT HARI MERDEKA!!
Maybe it's something worth fighting for?