Lovelier than you by B.O.B. (lyrics)

Be curious, not judgemental

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Isn't it ironic that hospitals, where people go to get better have a stink that makes me feel sick? Or am I the only person that can smell it? I had to go to the hospital today cause my grandma wasn't feeling so good. While waiting in the emergency room I did what I always do when I have nothing else to do (apart from sleeping), people watching. My aunt took my grandma to see the doctor and I was waiting for them in a room full of sick people.

A lady police officer and another lady sat next to me. It took me a few seconds to realize that the other lady was poorly dressed, had uncombed hair and wore handcuffs. I tried hard not to stare. She seemed to be in a lot of pain. On one hand I felt sorry for her and on the other hand I was afraid. Saved by the bell my aunt and grandma stepped out of the examination room and motioned for me to sit up front next to them and I did. I hope the lady didn't think I was running away from her.

We waited for a while and I kept myself from looking behind me, afraid that she'd be staring back. The nurse called her name out and the lady cop escorted her to the examination room. At that moment all eyes in the room were on the woman in the handcuffs. I instantly felt angry at all of them and wanted to defend her. Wasn't it enough that she was in handcuffs? And then I realized I was one of those people, I was staring. I felt ashamed and quickly looked away.

Why do people do that? Why do we stare and judge instantly like it is possible to actually judge a book by its cover. I don't know what that woman did to get herself in handcuffs but I know I have no right to judge her. There are people being paid to do that. I just hope she gets well soon. Isn't that what you say when people get sick? 

Dream a little dream of me...

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Feeling a little nostalgic today thinking about the good old days where my neighbour Serena would call out for lil sis n I from our front gate and we'd excitedly rush outside to go and play in our play ground. I loved that place. It symbolizes my childhood. The only place where I don't remember crying or being embarrassed. No bad memories existed there. It was right across our street so we could always go there, even if we weren't allowed to.

Now that we moved, we still drive pass it cause it's on the way to anywhere from our current house. It's still beautiful but not in the same way. They've upgraded it so now it has a basketball court. I wished they would have left it as it was. I remember every bump in the ground, the holes in the ground I used to think were graves, the big stones we used to hop over, the field that would flood every time it rained, the trees we used to climb and called tree houses and the hill we used to slide down from. I miss those times where we didn't worry about what to wear or how much we weighed or deadlines for assignments or final exams. Speaking of final exams, have to go study for tomorrow's. toddles.

Folding with grandma

Folding the clothes when my grandma's around is an intense experience. I know you're probably thinking she's a control freak that comments on every single thing I do like most grandmas do. Things like "that's not how you fold an underwear!" or "hasn't your mom taught you anything?!" but its not exactly like that. She focuses on one thing only...

Here's how it goes. I'm sitting on the floor and she sits on the sofa (cause she has back problems). I start folding and she scrutinizes my every move. I try to escape her owl-like gaze as she carefully monitors every piece I fold, God forbid I mix her pants with my mom's underwear. As soon as I touch anything resembling her clothes (in her eyes) she hoots "that's MY pants/underwear/t shirt!" and then I have to assure her that I know her clothes and I won't mix them with anyone else's. Of coures she doesn't trust me and has sometimes even knelt in front of me to grab her clothes, terrified that I lose them. I tell her that I know what I'm doing and then she sits back and waits for the rest of her clothes.

This goes on for as long as I'm folding whether it's 1 basket or 3. She will sit there patiently, never taking her eyes off my folding for fear that I might misplace her clothes. As soon as I'm finished she breathes a sigh of relief, quickly getting up to grab her clothes and put them upstairs in her room. And the thing is she often (and by often I mean almost always) mistakes my mom's and my sister's clothes for her own. I'm just lucky she can't fit my underwear.

My mom has lost many pairs of pants to my grandma and my sister has lost t shirts. My mom begs me to save her pants when I'm folding the clothes and I try my best to hide them while distracting my grandma with something but it's no use cause later she'll dig into mom's clothes to make sure I didn't mix her clothes with my moms. As usual she'll think I did as soon as she sees pants and then my mom comes home to find that her pants are missing. It's as hilarious as it is tragic. I wish she wasn't so forgetful. I hope I won't become like that one day. She thinks they're her pants and she feels better when she takes them back, unaware that she can no longer differentiate her clothes from others'. Ignorance is bliss. But is it really?

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Lost a kg today 'cause I overused my brain

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I lost 1 kg today which i plan to celebrate by eating 2 kgs of cupcakes!lol! Just kidding. Sadly enough I weighed myself again later and went up half a kg though I don't remember eating anything. Hear that? That's the sound of my bubble popping. Anyways...

I spent the whole yesterday and today finishing my assignment with my friend (picture each of us at opposite sides of the living room facing our laptops like zombies). All was going well until our other group member told us her laptop broke down so she could send in her part. How convenient!

Don't you just hate it when you have to work with idiots?! TOODLES!

Nice Guys

First day of Summer and I don't feel a thing

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Ever wonder why when someone says Summer you instantly think of beaches and bikinis? Today was the last day of my classes for this semester and also happens to be the first day of Summer! I was born in Summer so you get my excitment. Though if you were living where I live you wouldn't feel anything because the season's may come and go but the trees and the wheather don't change. They do change a little though but that only ranges from hot to hotter and from drizzles to heavy showers. It may be paradise for some to live in tropical countries but I for one wish for a change. some snow please and maybe some yellow leaves, oh and some blossoms would be nice too.

Finals are next week and thank God I only have two papers to sit for but even two seems too much for me right now. I've reached the ultimate state of laziness and I wanna kill myself for it. That's one of the reasons why I haven't posted anything in a while except last night I was so deep in the puddle of self pity that I just had to let it out. I forgot I have an assignment due friday and I haven't written a single word.toddles.

Burnt

Burned my finger today, actually i burnt 3 and a half. grabbed a hot pan's handle. how can you possibly burn your hand holding a pan's handle? that's what the handle's are for. any normal pan/pot would have plastic/wooden handles so you don't burn your hand's. unfortunately this was not a normal pan, it was my mom's beloved new imported/hand-delivered pan from Iran. apparently people in Iran have thick fire-proof hands. i apologize for having such frail hands with thin skin.

the joker said he'd wash the dishes after his nap. 4 hours later he's still asleep and my mom's on her way home and is about to have another fit over a sink full of dirty dishes. last night she smashed a plate and a bowl in front of me.

So i washed the dishes.
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Somebody gimme a brick wall!

I know we're not supposed to say anything bad bout the government and what not and we just have to shut up and accept whatever they tell us to do or give us or not give us but we're human and we break under pressure. And I can't take another minute of reruns!!!!!!

This bloody astro of ours is givings us nothing but rerun after pathetic rerun!I can watch 1 episode 5 or more times a day!what da heck?! They're just trying their best to make astro suck so much until we break under pressure and get the new astro which is called astro beyond and is more expensive. BLOODY BABOONS!!!! How can the government allow this??? Oh wait, coz they're probably behind it all!!! UGHHH!!!!! Can somebody gimme a brick wall so that i can break it with my angry bare knuckles and set fire to the debris?!!!

Pretty Little Liars - Episode 10: Mathew Perryman Jones - Out of Reach

STOP RERUNNING!!!

Does anybody else feel like malaysian tv is going from bad to worse? I was home all day today and didn't have the slightest urge to turn the tv on (you'll see why). So I instinctively turned to my laptop instead. Then when my mom came back from work her first reflex is to turn the tv on. Then after an hour or so of flipping channels to find pathetic reruns she gives up and turns the tv off.
It's not like we don't pay for cable. HELLO! Shouldn't we get just a little more than American Idol, America's Next Top Model and other things American reruns??? And when they finally show something I like guess what...it's also a frikkin rerun!!! UGH!!!
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