time: 1:26pm
music: angels and devils - dishwalla
mood: perky!
how fulfilling =)
i shall begin today's entry with this pretty perky set of gerberas; my utmost favourite flowers of the petal family i reckon. basically, the past weeks, i'd just been feeling jaded. abit on the emo-scale of life for god-knows-why. i suppose.... life has been feeling pretty much scripted for me. and i hate that i'm mundane and boh-ring and this whole growing up dealio. nothing's fun anymore. i sneer at jokes. i scowl at family, defensive at friendly jibes. all i want to do is live my work, breathe my work and go home. but how issit? how i think i am. but i dont want to. yes. i shld get my lazy ass off this seat and go... do something. so, of course, i didn't magically get the enlightenment effect instataneously after i looked at this yummy miracle. but after a few seconds, the snazzy colours snapped me back to reality. the thing about it is, gerberas just merely sit there, looking all pretty and flamboyant without having to try too hard. roses try too hard. they're very bored cliched flowers if you ask me.
so, there i was grinning at this yummy set of beauty when i realised something. well, 2 somethings actually.
one - that i worry about the most trivial things/ problems/ people and let them affect me, THEREAFTER, i unncessarily brag about being stressed.
then two - i freak out! and go all panic mode on my family and friends; snapping and snarling like a bitch.
i haven't been pleasant to live with. so, what i'm trying to say, or rather, what i've been trying to psych myself to do is to... in layman's lingo, take a chill pill. everything's a-ok. OK? life is wonderfully wonderful.
it's a sunday and i officially now, am unable to count the no. of hours i have slept within these last two days on my 10 fingers. yipedeedoo00oo* i feel to be out of a limbo; of what i hated being in. it feels like i threw all my clothes away and refurbished my wardrobe with snazzy outifts. it feels like a pair of fresh bonds undies. it feels like a nice hot shower and a hot cuppa on a minus night-in. it feels like reading the last page of an orgasmic book before putting it down. i love it when i dissect and segregate my feels and thots. it's like organising them all according to alphabetical order of migraine inclinations, in one of those partitioned box you can easily get at ikea for a retail price of $15.90.
ma: eh nice.
girl: yeah. my favourite flowers.
ma: really ? mine too. i like it in white.
girl: hmm.. i like it in pink and orange. bright.
ma: your pa used to buy me gerberas all the time.
girl: really ? what happened ?
ma: he changed to red roses. a dozen of.
girl: nice. ling n' i used to buy ea other this in summer.
ma: hmm'mm.... here. i ironed for you your baju.
girl: ok. i go siap now.
ma: lower down your music. mak bibah (our neighbour) has a weak heart.
girl: ok.
ma: lower down your music. dah azan.
girl: ok.
mama i love you! its so creepy how you sometimes read me like a book.
so now, mama's girl gotta go siap and teman (accompany) her mama to a distant coousin's wedding at the singapore museum. ? i'm lookin fwd to the javanese treat; kuda kepang and all.. ooh and the couz catch up. i like it when my family get together.
toodleyou =)
