Mindless Ramblings.

My Bangsar house is being repainted.

I hate the smell of paint.

Almost as much as I hate rain.

That's why I'm at my grandma's place now.

But it's raining everyday here.

But at least I didn't get wet.

I hate hospitals as well.

Even trips to the dentist are better than visiting a hospital.

Because I hate the thought of death and sickness all around me.

I'd very much prefer to die in bed at home.

Because it's where I am most comfortable.

Home cooking beats hospital's sloppy stuff anytime as well.

Which reminds me that grandma is cooking tonight.

She's making chicken pie I think.

With gravy and mash potatoes.

And it's almost dinner time.

The table has already been set.

So i guess it's about time I left.