Mood: Feel like it's impossible to ever get back into
shape. Not after I've melted so much.
The culprit, as always, is Usui Takumi! <3
It's difficult to stay solid facing him =/
Misa-chan's so sturdy =3
I seem to be accident prone lately.
Tripped over a chair yesterday
just because my toe caught onto one of the legs.
Bruised my knees and cut my pinky toe
and now the joint on my left knee hurts when
I absent-mindedly support myself on it,
or walk too fast.
Had stomach ache the whole morning
-- but I wasn't alone,
probably food poisoning again.
Hurt my other leg while sparring kicks with Li.
(Don't ask. We power rangers have ways of doing things.)
And well, the usual braces cutting my cheeks.
Oh well. Still alive and kicking,
so that's all that counts. :)
Before I took a nap this evening,
Grandma was outside (viewable from my window)
cleaning up the ancient-looking stuff that had
been farming dust bunnies in Grandpa's storeroom
for countless years now.
She wiped them clean one by one, using a rag cloth
and a small bucket of water.
Most of the stuff there were like old stationery
(from the times when Grandpa still sold those),
really old toys, playing cards and etc,
probably not of much use anymore.
But she was wiping them clean,
one by one, making sure each little tiny corner
of the object was dust-free before putting them into
a separate basket.
Since she's always particular about the cleanliness of
her belongings, I didn't really pay much attention to it
and went to bed after announcing to everyone
that I was going to sleep.
(I'm really super mean if woken up wrongly.)
When I woke up (about two-three hours later)
Grandma was still there, still wiping the items.
I didn't give it much thought,
got out from bed and starting flipping through my
Econs textbook, till I found the Kaname Zero bookmark
on the page where I last read.
I lasted a little more than one page
before the heat got to me.
And I was about to switch on the air-cond,
when I realized, Grandma was still out there.
Out there, where it was obviously way warmer
than my room with a fan on.
Out there, still cleaning tiny little items
that probably aren't worth much.
It was her dedication that hit me.
If we switched places, I probably wouldn't have lasted
that long out there.
At that time, all I could think of was how
Grandma would've been so much more suited
to studying A-levels compared to me.
But she never could.
Because she was never given the chance to study
back when she was my age.
So she does all she can to make sure that I can.
There is no one else who spoils me more than her,
making sure I have everything I could possibly need.
It's always her that brings me little treats of fruits
or cups of tea or tidbits when I lock myself in my room
in an attempt to study.
It's always her who comforts me when I'm feeling down
and have no one else to tell.
And she doesn't even need to ask.
To me, Grandma is like some being of magic.
She's like the Fairy Godmother, she helps sew & alter our
clothes when she sees that it doesn't perfectly fit us,
despite how difficult it must have been,
with her ageing eyesight and the manual sewing machine.
She's like the Kitchen Fairy,
always able to conjure out the most
delicious albeit simplest of dishes
that I'd always eat even if my appetite had previously been lost.
She's like the enchanting storyteller who lasted 1001 nights,
with all the stories she tells us,
even if I've heard them tons of times already.
She's a gazillion of other things,
all so wonderful and admirable.
And right now, she's my source of inspiration.
Who I will not let down at any cost.
Simply because,
I love you, Grandma dearest <3
Thank you for being here with me. :)
My Melodies
