*anonymity.
Whispers
naked.
tell me, what do you see?
i see lies, deception, and manipulation.
The Writer
the ironic water-bearer.
the gem. the life.
the one and only... miss A.
Watchers
Almiekat Ally Alias
Fatehah Nooraini
Fiza Bani
The Sister
Pok Xiang Yan
anonymity for life.
- the wishlist -
the lottery
the historical trip
a big king size bed
a great guy and ...
an accidental new love.
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Saturday, January 15, 2011 @ 12:14 AM
The weather has been soooo goood and kind to me today! It's scorching hot but I'm loving it. I've made my laundry of the week and washed everything from rags to towels. My comforter is hanging out there under the sun... disinfecting all the bacteria on it. ^^We had a class this morning with Dato' Jamal. He is such a funny and happy man! He made jokes out of everything during his lecture and trust me, no one...absolutely NO ONE fell asleep. And the best thing of all, he made complicated stuffs sound like abc. Brilliant ^^ By the way, all this while I thought no one wanted my pre-loved stuffs in my blogshop. But recently I found out that I've been signing into the wrong gmail! No wonder there are no orders! Geezzz. Then when I actually signed into the correct gmail... my goodness, I think there were about 6 orders. But most of them dated pretty back then. *How sad* Then, I emailed all of them and asked do they still want my stuff... but only one replied me back. Well, let's hope that I'll be able to sell that black satin flats off! RM 19. Pretty cheap wurt. Anyways, we're going to this hospital in Bukit Payung for community medicine under pedatrics tomorrow... and I know nuts about pedatrics. Haven't even flip that sunflower book, not even a page. The dark green on the pedatric protocol is so yummy like the color of my cute cardigan. Anyways, I guess I'll read some slides in a while soon ... after I regenerate all my lost energy. And I'll be driving all the way to Bukit Payung tomorrow. Hopefully the journey will be a safe one! Within these few days, I think I've lost 4 friends. Well, we're all still on talking terms... but deep inside, there's this thorn that can never be pulled out. Well, maybe it can lah. But not right now. 'cause the puncture wound is still pretty deep, ya know. Snaking behind people's back ain't something glorious to do and if you wanna snake around, do it professionally or quietly at least. 'cause I can still hear ya. And by the way... just wanna say.... "Gotcha!". - Little Miss A. Labels: footprints |