Pet Peeves

1. Latecomers. Especially if you reminded me to come on time, I cabbed all the way down, and I find you still a half hour away. Then you come strolling in. You should pay for my cab fee! I value punctuality a lot. I was trained that way for four years in St. John. If we were late, even by just a few seconds, we would be punished to run or do push-ups. What mattered wasn’t the push-ups (which I couldn’t do properly anyway), it was the loss of credibility.
2. Guys who chat loudly in lectures about last night’s football match. I wish I had the guts to turn around and shout at them to shut up. The best I could do was tell them ever so politely, that they were disturbing me, sorry. I apologized, how ridiculous.
3. People who WASTE! Waste food! Use 5-6 plastic cups at a party! Throw away paper! Whatever theory you have about it not really making a big difference, wasting still  irritates me. Heh. 
4. People who are selectively deaf. They purposely pretend they do not hear you when you’re telling them something unpleasant. Well, I do that too, so I’m quite sure there are many of these pretenders around. Hah!
5. J Lo’s slick hairstyle. I prefer her hair down. Tight buns only look good on ballerinas. And even then I think all the gel and pins already make the look too stiff. Why do guys think she’s hot? 
6. Hypocrites & snobs. But we are all like that sometimes.

Haha. I’m just rambling actually. My mood is better.I am beginning to like a little bit of Nickelback, Five For Fighting, Simple Plan and Avril Lavigne. Well I’ve nothing else to say. 

Tears

I cried and cried and cried and cried last night. On my mother’s lap.

It feels good to be able to cry. Let the pain come out. Catharsis.

I think I read somewhere that tears are God’s gift to us. Quite true.

Restraint

I went to the airport to fetch my poh poh today. There were 4 people in the car giving screaming directions and criticism, it was so stressful. It’s true I am a road hazard. That day I split a curb. Luckily nothing serious happened to the Wira.

My grandma is upset. She told my mum (privately) that she felt I was hypomanic, or high; that her sister was like that as well; that I showed no restraint in my behaviour, in talking, driving etc. 

I finally understand why my doc is concerned. (By the way, she follows my blog closely and spends a lot of time chatting with me. I am grateful. Where else can you find such a doctor?)

After I sent poh poh home, I locked myself in my room and cried. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Force myself to show more restraint? 

ps:  Poh poh and Kong kong promised to sponsor me RM1000 for my Sydney trip. They told me to rest well, don’t work too much. =*)

pps: My first tuition student is coming later. Thanks for the recommendation Shee Ven.