I have been scratching my arms for 10 minutes discontinuously. I had no idea what the heck is going on with my skin. It irritates very much everytime I finished my shower. I am using Dove Bar soap and is that the reason?
Skip that.
I am doing just fine these few days. And I imagined a lot of things lately. Especially about my future. I thought about starting a so called 'new life' somewhere out of this country. I distaste every random things that is happening around, especially the people.
Remember about my last post(I strictly believe that no one reads my blog) which I mentioned about 'I am a hater' ? Yes, I am. Maybe to be precisely clear. I am a hater because I received rude answers from people, that 'disgusted' look everytime I am asking for specification of an expensive gadgets. Like, come on.
Today I went to Everrise for an instant groceries shopping. While I am waiting for the cashier to RECOUNT the balance(I don't know what took them so long for that), I glanced to my left and right and heard a conversation of three workers. One of them was the cleaner which obviously means he is the one who's holding the broom and the dustpan. And the other two bastards probably are the supervisor or shit. I don't know. "Clean that up!!" one of the two bastard angrily point at a piece of rubbish(roughly sized around 5cm x 5cm) and the humble cleaner dude swept it to the dustpan and asked one of the two bastards "You celebrate Raya?"
Look. This isn't about the question. This is about the look on his face. He asked it with bursting fear, he was trying to have a communication with them two bastards. And that guy pretend like no one was asking him question. with that face. Holy lord, what is wrong with that guy.
That's ONE of rude appearance I dislike which I have to deal with, everyday.
I'm not saying that other countries don't have these types of people. It's just... I just want to give it a shot, you know?
I wanna live in Sweden so much. Don't ask me why, I'll hit you with a long list of reasons. And I don't want to do so.
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Because mindfuck that's why.
It feels horrible when the night before I fell asleep, I suddenly thought of this situation :
I have a family which consists of me, a sister, a quiet father and a loud mother. I do have a brother. He was adopted, many years ago before I was even born. He's really good. Really good in giving us troubles and hard times. Which obviously makes each and everyone of us dislikes him. But God only knows, somewhere deep down in our heart, we love him. We just don't expose that feeling, physically.
My family never took a family portrait, you know, by what I am saying here, a family portrait which clearly means me, my sister and my mom and dad, aren't in the picture TOGETHER.
Well, here's the story about what I had reflected in my mind that night.
IF *cough*
If one day, we decide to take a photo of our family, my mom and my sister don't want the 'brother' to be in the photo, I will be his stupid hero. I will confront both my mom and sister and tell them not to do so. I will tell them no matter what happened, he is still a part of the family. (ah come on this sounds really stupid, I really hope that you still remember that THIS is about my thoughts the night before I fell asleep, please read the first sentence of this post. Just in case I sound like I am not who I am.. blehh I am not a nice lady though)
I'm going to skip this to the end.
So, we'll have a desperate piece of a family portrait. Finally.
The end.
*cough slowly*
Back to the night before I fell asleep. I was on my bed and giggled about that story I visualized few minutes before I fell asleep. After a few minutes, probably a few hours, I had a BAD(when I capitalize a letter that means it is a SERIOUS shit) BAD BAD dream. I dreamnt about my brother tried to strangle me and watch me die in his hands,dude..not arms. If I'm not mistaken, he wore white gloves.
?
Man, I was trying to be nice. That is so opposite. Why?!
photo taken at : http://ironlungpv.bandcamp.com/album/white-glove-test-lp-cd
BECAUSE MINDFUCK THAT'S WHY.
I have a family which consists of me, a sister, a quiet father and a loud mother. I do have a brother. He was adopted, many years ago before I was even born. He's really good. Really good in giving us troubles and hard times. Which obviously makes each and everyone of us dislikes him. But God only knows, somewhere deep down in our heart, we love him. We just don't expose that feeling, physically.
My family never took a family portrait, you know, by what I am saying here, a family portrait which clearly means me, my sister and my mom and dad, aren't in the picture TOGETHER.
Well, here's the story about what I had reflected in my mind that night.
IF *cough*
If one day, we decide to take a photo of our family, my mom and my sister don't want the 'brother' to be in the photo, I will be his stupid hero. I will confront both my mom and sister and tell them not to do so. I will tell them no matter what happened, he is still a part of the family. (ah come on this sounds really stupid, I really hope that you still remember that THIS is about my thoughts the night before I fell asleep, please read the first sentence of this post. Just in case I sound like I am not who I am.. blehh I am not a nice lady though)
I'm going to skip this to the end.
So, we'll have a desperate piece of a family portrait. Finally.
The end.
*cough slowly*
Back to the night before I fell asleep. I was on my bed and giggled about that story I visualized few minutes before I fell asleep. After a few minutes, probably a few hours, I had a BAD(when I capitalize a letter that means it is a SERIOUS shit) BAD BAD dream. I dreamnt about my brother tried to strangle me and watch me die in his hands,dude..not arms. If I'm not mistaken, he wore white gloves.
?
Man, I was trying to be nice. That is so opposite. Why?!
BECAUSE MINDFUCK THAT'S WHY.
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