-Wednesday-
I admit that I don’t have good temper, and it mostly turns bad when I have to tolerate with a long lasting problem. I have patience, but not long-term tolerance. Yet I can stand any unfavorable thing for a very long time. Yes, VERY long time.
I found it hard to treat my dad with a same tone and face expression: regular and emotionless. He asked questions that you can’t answer even by google-ing sometimes. He asked me why did the eldest sister not reply his sms. Thrice. I told him maybe she is sleeping, maybe she is bathing, maybe her handphone is being charged, maybe she is just doing something. I am frustrated with his fact that his sms, for him, MUST be replied. And I am full enough with ADFP in my head that I feel like scolding. I asked myself, “If he wants me to take this scholarship, why can’t he let me have a normal college life so that I can secure it and so that he won’t have to worry how much he should pay?”
But always, the confusion followed by my thinking will all end with one sentence. “He got intoxicated by the many medicines he takes.” That’s how I can stand it for over 5 years. Cheers. I just want to shout out.
Done with my father and now my younger sister asks me to cook something for her dinner/supper. For so long I hope that my elder sister will stay at home every day and do what she is supposed to. How would you be free to fly with these? One and a half year more, get things solved before you fly.
=)
Tell you a secret; this is a secret because none of my parents/younger siblings will set eyes on my blog. =.= Early of this month, I even thought of writing reminders on the sticking papers and stick them all over in the house.
“Good morning, tidy up your bed and blanket please”
“Don’t turn on the washing machine without putting in detergent”
“Do not collect all your dirty shirts until end of the week”
“Don’t eat nasi lemak every day”
“Switch off the TV lahh”
and many many more..
“Don’t turn on the washing machine without putting in detergent”
“Do not collect all your dirty shirts until end of the week”
“Don’t eat nasi lemak every day”
“Switch off the TV lahh”
and many many more..
Afterwards, I thought that they look more like my will as if I am dying soon. =_=
Earth Hour!~ Oh, that time KoPLN 7-15, luckily we are not 7-11.. Group 7 and 15 will be going to Malacca on the 28th, the day Malaysia joins Earth Hour. From 830pm-930pm, switch off the lights and go for a walk (lol.. walking is good!), tell people that you care about the Earth~ I think I will switch off the lights and.. turn on my laptop. HAHHAAA.. alright. just kidding. I will probably sleep if that’s the time we come back from Malacca.
I like things you don’t.
I like black out. Then we will have a very good excuse for an assignment delay. Then there will be no TV noise and my younger siblings will rest themselves. Then my parents will walk out and talk to the neighbors, or go out to somewhere. Then I will sleep soundly with the mosquitoes.
I like thunder and storm. I seek silence from that. I see flash light that symbolizes nature’s camera. I hear the heavy storm as my scream. I see people cover their ears and shut their eyes following a lightning, funny scene. Even if I really scream, no one will know. =D
-Thursday-
Horrible holiday, you are going to end! (O_x)
This morning I walked with my dad to a kedai runcit to buy newspaper. Well, suddenly he suggested that we walk, so we walked. lol. Not bad, if I can walk like that every morning, I would have my insufficient exercise problem solved. Impossible. =.=
I took my baju kebaya for some cutting. The tailor is an uncle who is er.. really having feminine qualities. Okay, he is sissy. Then I asked my mom “Are all the male tailors like that?” My mom said “Yes. If not how are they going to be a tailor?” I don’t get the equation.. =.= Tailor = feminine, Female tailor = normal, Male tailor = will/must be sissy? Duh. I told her “I believe there must be ONE male tailor who is very MAN” HAHAHA.. Okay okay. Done with that.
I feel my head is starting to rebel again, few shots of headache hit me today. What a dilemma. If I rest I would have regret for having done nothing. If I continue thinking and organizing my works I would need to lie on the bed later. DARHHH.. Things keep popping out! Endless, betul-betul endless.
Mr Kamal said don’t do foolish thing during this holiday. Ok, the dopiest thing I have done this week is.. slept 7 hours a day for some days and.. watched few hours of TV.. and Facebook-ed quite a lot. =.= Better than last holiday, at least.
If the universe is thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis big, I must be this small. So why bother for the even smaller problems in life? Life goes on. =)
I like to be wordy. :P
Being a chairperson for a last-minute and no-time-for-discussion forum, i feel terrible. Like getting cardiac arrest. ~....~
-Friday-
Happy Birthday to my dad! He is er.. if i am not mistaken, 47 already. Woohh.
Teman-ed my mom to pasar. Sleepy.
My mom played a Dharma songs CD this morning. Let me tell you, when you have too many things to think, listening to that can be good. You'll feel better. But if you have just gone through 5 days of ADFP life, don't listen. My dad will play it in the car almost on every Friday's afternoon, and i won't feel better. I will feel worse than miserable and switch it to Mix FM. lol.
Never underestimate the power of ADFP.
3 comments:
Announcement at the mall...
*bleep*bleep*bleep*bleep*
Attention all shoppers, Kathy has a secret. She wants to stick notes all over her house. Notes like
“Good morning, tidy up your bed and blanket please”
“Don’t turn on the washing machine without putting in detergent”
“Do not collect all your dirty shirts until end of the week”
“Don’t eat nasi lemak every day”
“Switch off the TV lahh”
and many many more..
Thank you and enjoy your shopping.
*bleep*bleep*bleep*bleep*
You know. Malls wont use ''bleep''. They use the one with4 different notes: dang(lowest) dang(low) dang(high) DANG(higher). lol
HAHA!! I couldnt find the correct word. Was thinking of boop boop boop boop, but it sounds weird. ok fine. dang dang dang dang. :)
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