I have a swollen right eye. Or to be more exact, in my sister's words, bacterial eyelid infection. I've completely lost my double eye-lids and whoever thought the size of my eyes could shrink anymore? I was supposed to have gone to the clinic an hour ago but everyone at home is so caught up with more important agendas (television, resting, 90210), that the sick, swollen-eye child has been forgotten. For the past twelve hours, Optrex is my best friend and it feels as though I have to fight to keep my right eye open. No, no pictures will be taken in fear for future blackmailing.

During my free, or not-so-free time, I enjoy scanning through uploaded photos in facebook, and reading posts in blogs. When I do come across photo albums that mean much more (unlike sixty photographs of oneself in several different locations and facial expressions), let's say expeditions or educational trips, I turn green. It's inspiring to see one so inspired and in love with what they do. If you look closely, you can see that flame, lit in one from far away. It makes me wonder if I could ever be so enthusiastic about one thing in my entire life, than their one of multiple projects in life.

Jean, Amelia and I were at the mamak stall the night before, talking about accomplishing something in life before we pass on. Some have resolutions to do something new and different every single day, to live life to the fullest, but is it really as easy as it seems? Are there really so many things you can do without the financial support and vacant time? Sure, it could be little things like saying hello to a stranger one day, but would little things like that impact your life at all? If the stranger isn't apprehensive about the intentions of another stranger saying hello, then yes, there could be a probable acquaintance or perhaps something even more. It increases the width of your social network, but life-impacting? Doubtful.

I need something I'm completely passionate about; there's a flame that needs to be lit.