Twitchy Bitchy

Today a blind person told me that he knows when he is "done wiping" through his sense of smell.

Ah, the things we have.

Curry BUTT

I'm such a bad blogger! Gosh i never update and i still get a few hits a day. I wonder who's stalking me :P.

Anyway I was running to the car the other day and an old woman stood there staring at me and she screamed out really loud "Gosh. I wish I could do that! Running! RUN! RUN! HAHAHAH!!" and laughed to herself.

Sad, sad laughter.

It was so strange. Poor woman.

I guess we're all gonna be old and creaky one day.

Anyway, work, uni and everything is getting like a little INSANE and I'm so exhausted all the time. Boss said so too. "You look exhausted!".

One of my colleagues in the office, this old woman, calls me "Young Ahmad". It's so funny and slightly disturbing at times. She's quite old but she's the finance manager of some big important segment of the uni, and hearing her ask my boss "Now, where's young Ahmad?" is so so so so strange.

LOL.

I shouldn't read into it too much.

Flow as the wind...

I've come to the conclusion (once again) that I will never understand my dad so (once again) I've stopped trying. And being indifferent/emotionless just doesn't work. So I just take everything as it comes, and go with the flow.

I want to fly.

The new fridge/freezer (well not so new) has this button that makes the freezer go into "quick-freeze" mode and it makes this cool noise. It's next to my room so I can hear it. My dad really likes pressing the button. I don't know if he knows I can hear it but he presses it a lot. When he walks past he presses it like 11 times then goes away.

Just so odd.

Titleless.

I just attempted to satisfy my hunger by making a plate of fried rice.

I failed. The kitchen bin has steam coming out of it. I hope no-one notices. It really tasted quite foul. I'm sitting on the floor typing this out on my laptop, eating tuna out of a can and drinking fat-free milk. Yes, fat-free.

Clearly my life is in the pits.

Everyone in my family is so emotionally charged, my mum is mood swinging like CRAZY (I think she's going through menopause or something) screaming her head off, bursting into tears at really small things, staying in her room for days on end and then acting like nothing happened, and I gotta pick up the pieces since everyone else is really quite oblivious in their own little selfish worlds.

Or maybe I'm just too aware.

I tried not caring a few times. It didn't work. I ended up cleaning up the house, as usual. I just can't stand a dirty place. So now I'm the slave. Yay. Maybe I actually don't contribute at all and nothing would happen if I died and everything would stay exactly the same.

*My Mind is Blank*.

I'm really hungry. My mum doesn't cook on a regular basis anymore. I'm really hungry. I really really want to move out. I considered moving to Uni and living on campus, but now I don't want to do that anymore. I really don't like uni. I'm not sure exactly why. Maybe my degree is not for me, the people, I don't know.

I just hate going these days.

This tuna is actually not so bad.