:: It Takes Two to Tangled ::

"just watched 'tangled'. have u watched it? if u havent...u should..u must. ajak alyssa sekali. if u love enchanted, stardust...u will love this movie"

An excerpt from Muche's email before he gone missing.

As much as I love this movie, I've gotta ask, does Rapunzel got hair lice?

:: Roti Tempayan or was it Roti Nan ::

Okay, I gotta let this one off of my chest.

The guy that sells roti nan at Kuantan Pasar Tani every Sunday is super cute.  I repeat, super cute. 

Roti Nan and curry is officially my favorite food now.

:: @hospital ::

small hand with IV needle -  not a good sight.

Alyssa got admitted earlier today due to chesty cough and high fever.  Her temperature reading was 39.6 degree it got me panicked.  I'm writing this up while waiting for the nurse to give her the nebulizer.

i think i got the nurses confused yang mana satu patient sebenarnya. was really tired in the ER with so may patients waiting.  MO ada sorang aje.  But the MO's good with kid.

 Nebulized -  she's very cooperative.  I dont have problem asking her to put the face mask on.  She holds the neb herself without my help.  Bole tido lagi tu.

Hope its nothing serious.  Hokkayyy I gotta get some sleep.  Effin tired.

:: My Random Thought Covered with Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich ::

I was thinking, like someone who can’t sleep and could use some peanut butter and jelly sandwich at this hour kinda think (hence the title of this post).

We all have flaws. But I have figured out that others have put up with mine so uncomplainingly tolerant that it would be less than fair if I not make a reasonable discount for theirs.

Honestly, I’d prefer to seek for other people’s flaws rather than knowing their specialty.  Ciz I infer, that the secret of personal attraction is locked up in our unique imperfections, flaws and frailties.  And without them flaws, we will never learn nor will we ever grow.

Everybody can live with one’s special traits, I mean, who can’t, right?  But not all people can accept other people’s flaws.   It doesn’t interest me if one can juggle knives, or flip their legs to touch their forehead or if they can kiss their own navel.  Nor am I interested if one can grow hair from top to toe and cry over a full moon.  

Each time I’m in the process of knowing new people, I would ask them their flaws, for me to accept them, not to make them change for what they are not just because I want them to.  I want to learn to adjust to their weaknesses and challenge myself to understand people better.  Knowing what I’m getting myself into.  Knowing what may exist.  

If you can learn to love other people and all the flaws, you can love the world so much better. And that makes you so happy.

I have myself a big bag of flaws.  The obvious one would be, I start blogging because the words I try to say mostly never come out right.  Although at times I wear my heart on my sleeve, but typing sure smooths words.

Hi there!  I’m Dottie with dots (read flaws).  Can you accept me?

:: That Should Be Me ::

Last weekend was interesting.  I have a second cousin (the son of me mom's cousin) who has a daughter about my age.  Well she’s younger…  Yeah okay, she’s a lot younger.  She’s about Jed’s (the soon-to-be bridegroom) age but she’s already married and has a kid about a year old.  When we were a lot lot lot younger, we somehow knew that Jed had a crush on her.  How much?  We just couldn’t measure but we knew.  They used to swap letters and postcards, knick knacks and souvenirs.  

The reason I claimed last weekend interesting was because she visited us together with the hubby and her kid and also her parents.  Since Jed left for Leeds I think it was the first time they met.   I dunno what happened to them when suddenly I heard that she was getting married.  I guess out of sight of mind?  

She’s residing in Labuan now following the hubby and she wanted to meet Jed since she could not attend his wedding which is just less than a month now.

I suppose she didn’t tell the hubby about her and Jed were close before because I couldn’t see the oh-so-you-were-the-guy-that-my-wife-told-me-about look when he chatted with Jed.

Later when they were about to leave, she passed the kiddo to her parents and the hubby held her hand and walk towards the car, I gave Jed a glance.  They weren’t looking but I saw Jed was looking at him holding her hand and I swear to God I saw the that-should-be-me look on Jed’s face.  Obvious giler.

While he still stood there at the driveway watching the car made a turn (pathetic ain't it?), I whispered slowly into his ears “I  couldn’t believe what I just saw”.