Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
ayien.
Weirdly wired, wiredly weird.
I am, ur favourite nurse.
Friday, December 21, 2007, 5:22 PM
annnnnnnnnd sooooo. plans to head to town yesterday was scraped clean since dear old yanti couldnt make it at the eleventh hour. yes, eleventh hour being seconds before i stepped out of the house. so just imagine how good i was feeling then. hurhur. talk about being pwned twice for the day! altho the furst one didnt really count since it was an unconfirmed one lah kan. was feeling all lousy and cranky when *TADAHHH!* it was mr policeman to the rescue!impromptu impromtu plans all over again. planned on going brownie-hunting since he missed the brownie treat the other time, but somehow along the way orang-orang got distracted buying perfume lah, boxers lah, window shopping lahhhs. so ended up walking all over marina. but of cus ur favourite nurse hadtha restrain herself from spending agaaaaaaain(u'd better thank me eh lyz. im saving that shopping trip just for you!). its a bloody good thing i dun buy things on impulse maynnnn~ hurhur. so yeaps. since mr policeman was feeling all generous, he dragged us all the way to gelare for waffles (not before forcing me to haf sth decent at LJS tho), talked some, crapped some. so now i know how a sarong party girl is actually defined! in simpler terms, konon-kononya its when a local hooks up with a pugjelly lah gituk.
anyways, i was at the washroom washing my hands when i noticed this particular lady at the sink. whud struck me as peculiar was that she has been scrubbing her hands with soap, and then washing it clean with water over and over and over again. and the best part was when she suddenly took out her dollar notes and started pouring soap all over them and scrubbing it clean too. tsktsk. an obvious example of obsessive compulsive disorder. i wonder how long it'd take her to get it over and done with~ if i were any less of a nurse it'd haf freaked me out a tad bit i guess.
like they always say, old habits die hard.
and of old habits, i think ill hafta get used to doing things a lil differently. now that its a one man's show. i get that annoying urge to send msges to some people at certain times you see. but when i stop and think, the question pops out rudely "why the hell would anyone bother anyways?" its those small menial things that sometimes geta u all excited and just HAVE TO tell someone but you haf no idea who to tell it to. get whud i mean? gggrrrr. whatever, nevermind.
aaaaaacccckkk. another round of night. and when its all over, thers the picnic to look forward to! *smiles* cant wait to see my gurls. heh heh~