Thursday, March 15, 2007
dentist: *points to auntie* she's your guardian right?
me; right.
dent; okay, is it possible to get me through your mom?
me; erm, why?
dent; because i need to talk to her about the risk.
me; huh? risk? what risks?
dent; you know, if this surgery fails, you're gonna loose your sense or get blind....
me; WHAT??!!!
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*on the phone*
dent; *gabs*
mom; *shrieks* okay, dr soh didn't tell us about it.
dent; but it's only a one percent chance and *blablablablabla*
me; *praying real hard*
dent; okay, i'll do my best. *passes phone to me*
me; yah?
mom; must be brave okay? must pray okay? and make sure you come out alive!!!!
me; -.-'' tsk, so sarcastic.
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dent; are you okay?
me; *keeps quite*
assistant; carol, are you okay?
me; even if i said no, what are you gonna do about it? continue right?
dent; good point.
assistant; *laughs*
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vera; *munching ice cream and chips*
me; omg, i feel like i'm on diet.
vera; *continues surfing the net*
me; *felt like shoving the whole damn bloody thing down her throat*
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vera; *pokes my 'pufferballs'*
me; what?!!!!
vera; nothing, just wanna disturb you.
me; !#%$^%&*()^^%)&%$!!!!!!!!!!!
(pufferball=swollen cheeks)
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me; omg, i don't care, i'm gonna eat whatever they have in this world. Just because of this godamn thing, doesn't mean i cant eat okay. Urghh, i got craving for sushi and kfc.
vera; oh.
me; eh, later go ikea and have hotdog okay?
vera; huh? you can eat meh?
me; i don't chew, i practically swallow whatever goes into my mouth.
vera; LOL, i think tmr you can go sentosa lo.
12:38 pm
