Tired. The only thing seems rational to me after a looong day at school is getting home and SLEEP! But how can one get her sleep when the minute she reaches the door, she is welcomed with an eagle-ish struck-ting stare by her neighbor. Scccary...
From a week observation, this woman doesn't purposely hate me,technically, she hates everyone.or everyone just hates her. She didn't only sit there staring,hovering suspiciously like I'm her long lost adversary, she was busy mumbling some kind of language that even Amitabachan would regret not to have dictionary with him. ((That explains why I wanted to write about her so badly..hmm..))
The story yet not come to the best part...
I never knew Indians perform prayer trillion times a day. They even have this hour of 'solat tahajjud', not mistakenly at 4 in the morning. And they even wake up for 'subuh' at 7am, and maghrib at 7pm. Each prayer comes with bell rings and I must say I'm thrilled to be waking up at 4AM AGAIN for these final semesters. THANK YOU VERY MUCH, NEIGHBORS.
When the bell doesn't snap me, they always have another way to drive me nuts, by forcing inviting me into their conversation. In my mind, either they love to talk to each other in great distance, or they are deaf or they lose their low tone tuning system or neither these reasons is correct. I'm a linguist-to-be and I hafta like it though.
But not a pinch of hatred I have for Indians that I will lodge a report against them, 1Malaysia kan?! The assortment of cultures and upbringings do matters and somehow they determine who we are in the present and the future.
Till my next post,
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