Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
ayien.
Weirdly wired, wiredly weird.
I am, ur favourite nurse.
Monday, December 24, 2007, 11:23 PM
dear SHAM(on),HAPPY TWENTY-THIRD YOU MORONIC ASTROZOMBIE, YOU! hopefully the coming year will be a smooth one for you, altho i think tts almost impossible at the rate your cutting urself evrytime u come into contact with the chopper and knives, and that skateboard of yours that keeps breaking your already broken-in-so-many-parts bones. degil nak mampus. go go go do whud you do best, mr grand master chef! and hey, think about it... a year from now ull be off to Ontario (eh? aiyah whudever country it is lah eh.) and then ull meet all those angmoh chicks who cant stand ur sarcastic nak mampus attitude. but only we know that ur jus a kambing in pontianak's clothing who know nuts about whud to do with a cut finger lah kan. whud were you thinking siakkkk, wrapping it with plaster and rubber bands? thats whud you get when chefs try to act smart. tskkkkk. whud will the world do without nurses *aherms*, again? ouhkeh this is the part you shut up and agree.
xxx
dear feet,
you've done me proud today. all that walking around bugis street/junction/ city hall/ arab street, yet still standing strong. i guess money changes evrything. funny, it kinda erases off whudever tiredness you have y'see. especially when the mind's set to shopping mode. now time to pamper you with a good foot-rest and counterpain!
xxx
dear lyz,
im sorry i started out with the shopping without you. i could resist the urge lah kan. heheheh.
xxx
dear zrul and eqal,
for being the bestest shopping buddies and shopping-bags carrier, THANKS ALOT EH. i felt like a princess today liddat. and they didnt even complain. how often d'u get ppl as tolerant as that? hahaaaaaaaaaa.
xxx
dear tuesday,
please come veryyyyyyyyyyy slowly cus im feeling lazy to report for work, and the ppl'll kill me if i report sick. its so tempting maynnnnnnn.
OK END.