Polka dot furry blankets are so in!!! It’s funny how grandparents could come up with the best, but weird, gifts sometimes. I wasn’t expecting any gifts from them after they got back from Mandalay and some other places they travelled to so I had a sublime moment just checking out the blanket. It’s not the price of the thing that matters at times; I guess it’s the surprise unexpected feeling that you kinda get that makes you happy. Ah well, it keeps me warm at least.
I felt quite horrible today at work. There’s this lady who works in the canteen, a very kind old Indian lady, who looks kinda late 30 ish despite her being fifty. Now, it was rumored that she has this disease where wounds don’t heal. I’m guessing it’s diabetes since my granddad would take extra caution whenever my diabetic grandma holds a knife or anything sharp. So, one of my colleagues told me she saw this Indian lady in the ladies toilet wiping her ‘non healing’ wound on her chest with tissue paper. It sounded pretty gross, yet at the same time, I feel really sorry for her. Today, one of my colleagues told me how she’s actually Infected with malaria in her brain. One way or another, despite her kind attitude and very nice A plus personality, I know she’s not really healthy.
So , I ordered a lime juice to the canteen people and the Indian lady came into our office room with the glass. She said “I did this by myself just for you”. I thought it was pretty sweet and I was kinda thinking twice before I actually drank the juice. Then, she said “You should try it!”. Then, without hesitation, I took a huge sip and smiled at her and told her it tasted awesome. Somehow, I felt bad not being able to shrug off an image of her wiping her open wound with a tissue paper using her bare hands to hold that tissue paper. Everytime I take a sip from the lime juice, I felt semi grossed out by the image inside my head. Nonetheless, the lime juice tasted awesome and I was glad the Indian lady did it herself. I think it’s kinda sweet really.
It’s actually DoubleAwife ’s birthday today and I called her up to wish her a birthday wish. I later found out that the Friday outing was to celebrate her birthday but then, I remembered how that day was actually my vegetarian day. Yeah, I kinda do this Buddhist routine where I have to be a vegetarian every nine days and then I have to do rosary beads every morning and not drink alcohol for 81 days. Dear kidneys and liver, you guys are lucky since I have EVERY reason to drink at the moment but thanks to this routine prayage, I will have to make sure you guys are clean for the next 78 days.
Speaking of which, I opened up to my grandparents tonight. I told them I actually ditched applying for the DV card for the states. I told them to try to make me feel like home when I’m at home and that I believe that I will reach places I’m meant to be in. I’ve stopped expecting, wishing, hoping or praying. I couldn’t care less. I mean, I believe there isn’t any place important I have to be in now, innit?.
I felt quite horrible today at work. There’s this lady who works in the canteen, a very kind old Indian lady, who looks kinda late 30 ish despite her being fifty. Now, it was rumored that she has this disease where wounds don’t heal. I’m guessing it’s diabetes since my granddad would take extra caution whenever my diabetic grandma holds a knife or anything sharp. So, one of my colleagues told me she saw this Indian lady in the ladies toilet wiping her ‘non healing’ wound on her chest with tissue paper. It sounded pretty gross, yet at the same time, I feel really sorry for her. Today, one of my colleagues told me how she’s actually Infected with malaria in her brain. One way or another, despite her kind attitude and very nice A plus personality, I know she’s not really healthy.
So , I ordered a lime juice to the canteen people and the Indian lady came into our office room with the glass. She said “I did this by myself just for you”. I thought it was pretty sweet and I was kinda thinking twice before I actually drank the juice. Then, she said “You should try it!”. Then, without hesitation, I took a huge sip and smiled at her and told her it tasted awesome. Somehow, I felt bad not being able to shrug off an image of her wiping her open wound with a tissue paper using her bare hands to hold that tissue paper. Everytime I take a sip from the lime juice, I felt semi grossed out by the image inside my head. Nonetheless, the lime juice tasted awesome and I was glad the Indian lady did it herself. I think it’s kinda sweet really.
It’s actually DoubleAwife ’s birthday today and I called her up to wish her a birthday wish. I later found out that the Friday outing was to celebrate her birthday but then, I remembered how that day was actually my vegetarian day. Yeah, I kinda do this Buddhist routine where I have to be a vegetarian every nine days and then I have to do rosary beads every morning and not drink alcohol for 81 days. Dear kidneys and liver, you guys are lucky since I have EVERY reason to drink at the moment but thanks to this routine prayage, I will have to make sure you guys are clean for the next 78 days.
Speaking of which, I opened up to my grandparents tonight. I told them I actually ditched applying for the DV card for the states. I told them to try to make me feel like home when I’m at home and that I believe that I will reach places I’m meant to be in. I’ve stopped expecting, wishing, hoping or praying. I couldn’t care less. I mean, I believe there isn’t any place important I have to be in now, innit?.
Listening to: David Guetta vs. The Egg – Love don’t let me go (walking away)
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