reflections~a bit of mumble jumble
too tired to do anything but curse the slow internet connection for prolonging the pain of fasting overnight.
considering how much more pain I have to go through before I can convince the panel of judges that I am guilty of wanting to abscond from reality.
not that I'm in too much pain, but I don't think I can hold out very long before I go half-blind and comatose with fatigue.
Heart please beat a little more with proper rhythm so that I can return to some semblance of pre-op life. PLEASE. i thought I was gifted with rhythmic sense? non?
pamnana says having CM with me tomorrow (well at least until I reach the accursed Heart Centre) will keep me dignified and prevent me from collapsing and hence kissing the grime from the laureated floors of SGH. haha. Let's give it a shot; don't precisely want to be a free cleaner. At least give me some token of appreciation :)
i need money. someone please give me some money for me to change a new body and start my glittery-faux life all over again.
in the meantime let's try to finish off online without syncoping onto the hot monitor screen. Hot-Computer-Face-Ironed-Afros (HCFIA: read: HAK-FIA, the very very close affiliate of the MA-FIA) :D tend to draw attention at Singaporean hospitals esp when decked out in a pillow-stuffed, Swarthy-escorted gi and looking rather under the weather. :)
catch me tml for e next on the spot poem if i'm still alive! if i get hospitalised then it's another matter altogether :) heard they don't take kindly to patients tapping on laptops in b2 class wards. (not that i can procure a laptop in time) :)
ciao, dahlings. wish me luck for my negotiation with the National Alliance of Professional Leeches and Vampires!
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