i think my head feels like a cauldron brimming full of doubt, self consciousness, worry and hopelessness. probably not a healthy concoction eh? i dont know.. it could be the whole mixture of the uh.. exam pressure, sensitive college issues and stuff. heres something funny:
par·a·noi·a (păr'ə-noi'ə) pronunciation
n.
1. A psychotic disorder characterized by delusions of persecution with or without grandeur, often strenuously defended with apparent logic and reason.
something she pointed out the other night prompted me to do some thinking. why the hell was i saying those things? it seemed as if.. i had something to prove.. not to her, but perhaps myself.
the only other person to have said something similar was back in form 5. he said i never wanted to be proven wrong.. and found difficulty in accepting the fact that i was. come to think about it, it does have some truth to it now..
well i guess thats something else to wor.. constructively think about to improve on.
on a lighter note, there are two observations i made in the hospital over the past couple of months ive been there that ive been meaning to blog about;
#1 unity
i was observing 2 young indian children who were playing around the waiting area.. their dad was obviously trying his best to restrain them in nicest way possible. they were practically bouncing around with that sky high metabolic rate. a malay boy with an older guardian later came into the waiting area. the malay boy had this cheap handheld videogame as well as Rocky strawberry sticks. the indian boy peered curiously at the videogame while the malay boy was at it. the malay boy immediatly offered to let the indian boy play it.. it was an amazing sight! the way the indian children were apprehensively viewing the malay boy to see whether his intentions were sincere.
the malay boy offered the Rockys as well.. how could any kid resist? while they indulged in those together, i looked at the indian dad, who sighed and gave me a knowing look.. but i was truly amazed at how there was no prejudice whatsoever.. and how they really seemed like Malaysians.
#2 true love
there was this elderly chinese couple, a man who was on a wheelchair and a woman who was standing behind him. it seemed ordinary enough.. until i heard audible choking and gagging noises from their direction. the man was having difficulty breathing and was throwing up all forms of spittle and phlegm into a metal container. some got on his chin and neck as well. as i looked in closely (as much as i could without causing discomfort) the woman seemed older than she looked, and she diligently cleaned up after him.. offering him a massage as well, while ignoring the attention from onlookers as he continued to fill the metal container.
par·a·noi·a (păr'ə-noi'ə) pronunciation
n.
1. A psychotic disorder characterized by delusions of persecution with or without grandeur, often strenuously defended with apparent logic and reason.
something she pointed out the other night prompted me to do some thinking. why the hell was i saying those things? it seemed as if.. i had something to prove.. not to her, but perhaps myself.
the only other person to have said something similar was back in form 5. he said i never wanted to be proven wrong.. and found difficulty in accepting the fact that i was. come to think about it, it does have some truth to it now..
well i guess thats something else to wor.. constructively think about to improve on.
on a lighter note, there are two observations i made in the hospital over the past couple of months ive been there that ive been meaning to blog about;
#1 unity
i was observing 2 young indian children who were playing around the waiting area.. their dad was obviously trying his best to restrain them in nicest way possible. they were practically bouncing around with that sky high metabolic rate. a malay boy with an older guardian later came into the waiting area. the malay boy had this cheap handheld videogame as well as Rocky strawberry sticks. the indian boy peered curiously at the videogame while the malay boy was at it. the malay boy immediatly offered to let the indian boy play it.. it was an amazing sight! the way the indian children were apprehensively viewing the malay boy to see whether his intentions were sincere.
the malay boy offered the Rockys as well.. how could any kid resist? while they indulged in those together, i looked at the indian dad, who sighed and gave me a knowing look.. but i was truly amazed at how there was no prejudice whatsoever.. and how they really seemed like Malaysians.
#2 true love
there was this elderly chinese couple, a man who was on a wheelchair and a woman who was standing behind him. it seemed ordinary enough.. until i heard audible choking and gagging noises from their direction. the man was having difficulty breathing and was throwing up all forms of spittle and phlegm into a metal container. some got on his chin and neck as well. as i looked in closely (as much as i could without causing discomfort) the woman seemed older than she looked, and she diligently cleaned up after him.. offering him a massage as well, while ignoring the attention from onlookers as he continued to fill the metal container.
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aw, so they shared the videogame AND Rocky? i'd kill to see that, i'm more used to the non-sharing ones. plus, its indian and malay. the deepavali and raya 'muhibbah mood' is getting to them, whether they like it or not. heh :-)
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