I have a penchant for incessantly stalking MY own blog. weird. I find it rather funny, its like a diary, yet it can be read by anyone and everyone. I have since stopped writing in my actual diary, because I like how my fingers don't hurt anymore by holding the pen and ardently writing on the paper. ;p I'm Lazy! Its Official. haha!
I wonder whats for tea... Is it the Ban Kacang that is so horribly tasteless and the almost condence milk-like milo or am I in luck to have Kak Shimah smuggle in some "Illegal" food for me :P
Kak Shimah is an awesome "Nanny". Ü She likes it when I call her "Nanny" instead of Missy. It made her feel like a mom. Well, she's 45, child-less, and she loves me Ü She has been my "Nanny" for goodness knows how long, and the best one yet! :D At least she smuggles in food for me, and allow me to illegally charge my laptop battery with the plug meant for oxygen. ;p (It's not allowed to plug in cables and charge anything except your cellphone in a University Hospital). Oh i adoreee her! In return, I have to tell her all my travelling experiences and the wonderful people I met in my life. Easy Breezy. Perhaps, She's just spoiling me. ;p Bratty me!
Okay. I seem to ramble on and on. With seemingly no topic to blog at all. I rant!
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