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Talking was, in George's opinion, overrated. You could not turn on the television these days without seeing someone discussing their adoption or explaining why they had stabbed their husband. Not that he was averse to talking. Talking was one of life's pleasures. And everyone needed to sound off now and then over a pint of Ruddles about colleagues who did not shower frequently enough, or teenage sons who had returned home drunk in the small hours and thrown up in the dog's basket. But it did not change anything.
The secret of contentment, George felt, lay in ignoring many things completely. How anyone could work in the same office for ten years or bring up children without putting certain thoughts permanently to the back of their mind was beyond him. And as for that last grim lap when you had a catheter and no teeth, memory loss seemed like a godsend. 
-Mark Haddon, A Spot Of Bother


For the last few days, I have been having somewhat a hard time of my life. By far, I think the only block that I abhorred most is CFCS(Community & Family Case Study) which is kind of ironic since the block was quite free. I do not have any problem with the block itself; it's the things that happened during the block that I hate.

I am quite the systematic type and I plan for everything, and when I say everything, I mean literally everything. If you are currently watching The Master's Sun(a Korean drama which I too am currently following), I am like the hero in the story but not really that calculative to a jerky extent.

I calculate for everything, except for my feelings towards my husband. He is, after all, the only one that I gave a free pass to my heart because most of the time I have it sealed from other attachments because I know that I am the type to get hurt easily. So to reduce the incoming damage which I know I will experience because I also am the type to analyze people, I keep my fellow friends in a certain range from me because  my past experiences have taught me a lot. 

Coming back to my systematic point, things are rather haywire during the past two weeks. Suddenly we have meetings, and all of a sudden, we have to execute certain tasks in a short period of time. I'm sorry but really, I hate this kind of thing because as I have mentioned earlier, I am the type to plan so spontaneity isn't really my strong fort. 

I am glad though we managed to finish interviewing the villagers in just two days so looking from a distance, I have to say that the negativity that I experience during this block is more than the positive things that happened. I am not going to elaborate further so let's just say this block made a lot of angry dental students. Maybe we can make an angry mob with pitchforks and torches, who knows? The idea made me calmer already. I just love angry mobs. I probably have been watching too much The Fairly Godparents. 

Other than that, my implant has to be taken out so my dentist had to reinsert a thicker one because the implant failed to osseointegrate due to my thinner right upper jaw bone. FYI, my implant is called the mini dental implant for anchorage I think. So it was really painful and I was emo-ing the whole day because of the pain.

Plus, all of a sudden I was listed for an interview at 2 pm with the Malaysian Qualification Accreditation in which we were just sitting there in the conference room and I was blinking my eyes for the whole one hour to fight the drowziness as I have just returned from Ketereh just that afternoon. The session turned out to be very irritating and it got me rankled every time someone speaks out, voicing their complaints which sounded nothing more than fault-finding and whining to my ears. 

To those who actually spoke for the improvement of our course, I'm really glad that they did but to the others, which were just purely whining, it made me feel like turning on my microphone to tell them off and whine somewhere else, perhaps people that might actually listen to their 'voice' e.g. Facebook/Twitter/the likes. 

I am reaaaaally looking forward for this block to end so that I may enjoy my routine life again.

So. Moving on.

Anyway, I am currently reading the aforementioned book and this book is by far the only book that speaks for my thoughts. Some might hate this book for the many conflicts it harbors but I like it because not only that it speaks honestly about reality, it makes me feel normal to have certain thoughts and feelings, and from that I know that I am not at all weird and that different, or even heartless as some might say.

I'm going to go back this weekend. My flight is at 1855 today but I will be staying at a friend's house in Cheras for two nights before I actually go back to Seremban. Am planning to go to KLCC tomorrow to return a dear friend's Quran tafsir and perhaps spend my time at Kinokuniya for as long as I like. InshaAllah.

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