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Was chatting with Kirk online when he told me some stuffs which are so fucking gross.

He was talking about me, being the worm. Being a worm, being having a very small body, he says he will keep me in his nostrils and his nostrils hair will keep me warm.

Whenever I'm hungry, he will feed me with his juicy armpit hair.

FUCK.

I really feel like puking now.

So, I illustrated out the scene, and here they are.

Called back to work last minute cause' Huiwen was sick. Travelled all the way down to Chinatown, Yvonne smsed me no need to come cause' there was no crowd.

But she still wanted me to come lar. Drink drank drunk, sing sang sung, puke puked puoked. -_-

When home with heavy footsteps and felt like dying. Puked more in my toilet and went to bed.

Woke up at 6.54am and received 16 smses, didn't even bother to read them, was thinking about Coke flowing down my throat.

Felt like a loser cause' I realised that my house's got nothing called COKE.

Wanted to get up and drink my Chysanthymum (I dunno how to spell) tea, but was too heavy to get up, so laid on my stupid bed and tried to sleep.

Slept until somebody smsed me again, and this time, 24 unread smses on my screen. -_-

If my phone has the mass delete function, I will just delete everything and dont care about them. But no choice, read them one by one.

Went to the bathroom and wash up, washed my clothes, and being nagged for putting too much water to soak my new top.

DAMN. This is my way of washing.

Got no appetite for food, so gulped down my one whole big packet of Chrysanthymum tea.

MASS shiok~

So came online and bullshitted in http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogid=1xx0x82x .

Got pissed at James cause' he was making fun of me.

Now signing off.

Love, Rybena.