Aw shucks

Gosh I really hope I don’t peel kay. :(

Thought I could slack at home with my book earlier this evening but my boss called me! I had totally forgotten about work today haha. Shrugs, same old same old. Routine I mean.

I’m missing normal dinner food because currently I’ve just ate instant noodles and ice cream and more ice cream for the whole day. Shucks. That ain’t normal, and I’m gonna get fat!

Aiya sheesh.  There’s a lot going in my mind. You wouldnt want to know cos I alr wanna die and laugh and resurrect and die and laugh again. hahahahahha omg. aiya bye.

Title goes here. You are reading the title.

I came to the conclusion that I become this incredibly selfish and self centered person when I keep my mouth shut. There are times when we’re all awkward with each other, unsure of each other’s footing – how to behave, what to say. And invariably I make things harder by not talking.

This conclusion comes from the culmination of various settings I’ve been exposed to the past week. Shrugs.

They say only the most secure person will make advances and strike up conversations with strangers. I guess I have to learn to do just that.

I was thinking that I couldnt let my disposition get the better of me. There are so many ways I can expound that sentence, but well. Let’s leave it at that. I just.. don’t wanna be dictated by it yknw? The knowledge of what we’re usually like doesn’t mean we gotta be like that all the time!

Ive got many things on my mind now. Hm. Let’s end here.

Im such a dork that..

 I laughed when I read the lines below.

‘The group – who split in 1996 but reformed a decade later, minus Robbie Williams – joked about their advancing years. “I’m 37, I’ve got an arthritic knee,” Jason Orange said. “We stand before you bruised and battered, but dead chuffed.” ‘

And when you get old…

… the meeting place for your friends and yourself is the hospital.

It isn’t easy visiting the hospital, nor is it easy to see someone looking so frail lying on the bed when you’re standing and comparatively stronger. Nevertheless, I am hoping that this hospital visit is but the second last for my gran. And now she’s well on the way to become a cyborg. Obviously, I jest. I jest!

On the other hand, I wouldn’t wanna be replaced with metal bits as I age. Let’s all face the fact that when the time is up, no matter where you run to, you will still meet the Grim Reaper. It brings to mind a slogan tee I wanted to purchase, “Live Fast, Die Young.”

My desktop has officially died on me, and it isn’t a pretty picture trying to decipher how much the price to repair the machine back to tiptoe shape will be. Sigh. And now I wonder – if you are all repaired with mechanic bits all over you – are you still consider homo sapien?

Now to another topic – how do thoughts flash across your mind? Are they pictures that you have to translate into words? Are they meticulously typed words that appear alphabet by alphabet? Or are they pieces of each faculty? Haha it was quite funny thinking about how I think because I guess my mind is a mixture of both – and sometimes both fail. Haiyah.

Anyway, I pray for a fruitful week ahead, more of God less of me.

What do you value?

And this article said to listen not to what a person says alone, but sees what he does.

True aint it.

I’m guilty.

Where’s the map?

Hassan: Will you permit me to ask a question?

Amir: Of course.

Hassan: Why did the man have to kill his wife?

Amir: Because each of his tears becomes a pearl!

Hassan: Yes, but why couldn’t he just smell an onion?

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Have you ever wondered why you are you, why – how do i put this idea across delicately – you are this particular soul, with this name in this family? Have you ever thumped your chest and wondered why God made you to be thus? The reasons for your emotions, your decisions, your logic. Why you are fully you. and none can impersonate.

I was reading this article, and it says a particular word stems from the Greek word for poem. Thus we are God’s poems. I wonder what He was thinking when he made me. When he made you. Really.

Smiley Conversations

Conversation #1:

Little girl: (looking up at the painting) Cow!

Me: (clearing cups from the table before looking up) Yes, cow!

This scene repeated itself many times, with myself changing positions but the girl was seemingly fascinated with the painting and stood there for a long time while the family looked on.

Conversation #2 Part 1:

Reagan: Why is the floor wet?

Me: … Cos I’m mopping the floor?

Part 2:

Reagan: (Calling for Michelle) Auntie! (It sounds like Hunty.)

Me: I call you Dumpty okay.

Reagan: No, I’m not Dumpty!

Me: Okay, I’ll call you Humpty!

Regan: No.. I’m not Humpty Dumpty!