Monday, December 29, 2008

Juz came back from KK Hospital..
My sis jus had an op for her torn ACL tissue on her knee..
Wish her all the best n a very super-sonic speedy recovery..

I'll talk bout my sis touching story to her recovery some other time...

Wells, I've been sick for more than a week oredy...
Stubborn sickness won't leave me...
But I'm kinda 2 blame cz I kpt workin...
N was worried cz I've been goin 2 the hospital 3 times...
Different occassions every time..
Even visit to doc dint help...
Well again stupid of me I went to a mosque camp yest...
N now havin sore throat..

Anyway, the Masjid camp was FUN...
Wow dint expect to meet diff types of characters...
PLayed games..
I even sang abit of Miss Independent in front of the whole group..
Learnt some tings to do when someone got possessed...
But the games were pretty engaging...

Hz, pity I had to leave early...
Since had work d next day n was sick...
that's y lost my voice earlier aft shouting cheering...

Imagine....
"Hello Good Afternoon, can i SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEK to....."

posted by Wary at 10:30 PM


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Artiste: The Frays
Song: How to save a Life

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Lyrics

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
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