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Lets spoon brains, says Dr D
No no, says Dr M
Stir fry instead, what say you?
I was thinking of juice, so says me.



Oh hey, check that butchered feet!
Oh eew, its so gory
Oh well this is surgery
Oh damn, I almost forgot.



So Dr Z zig-zagged past me
Dropping scalpels and smacking nurses
We heard the screams and wicked cackles
And it has been a bloody night.

*end*

goodbye bangsar.
goodbye to my everlasting free downloaded movies.
goodbye to free laundry services.
goodbye to home-cooked food and soups.
goodbye to the fat-chubby-evil-shoe-chewer beagle.
goodbye to the family who spoiled me rotten.
goodbye to my lovely food gps and his evil royal sakainess twin.
goodbye to all those days in starbucks till late night without having to worry about getting mutilated after rape before murder till even my mother wouldnt recognize me if she stares long enough.
goodbye to my random lone-shopping trips in one-u/curve/midvalley.
goodbye to those 24 hrs mcd which i loyally patronize in days of exams.
goodbye to stevens/murni. i will miss your maggie goreng and your microorganism infested food.
goodbye to my pork noodles!!!! *wails loudly*

and

hello duty free!!!!!!! *evil laughter*


she sneaked out her handphone before her lunch time to text me a fare-thee-well message which i couldn't reply in the midst of last minute packing. but it was a something something over a nothing. (=

she called me in spite of the risk of a car accident occurring, to warn me of possible speed trap. and that's cause i just overtook her seconds before. (=

my mom herself cant absorb the shock of me leaving for JB. it was not much of a something to me considering i've been staying in kl all these while anyway. but i suppose the extra 3 hrs journey do make a difference to her and among many others.

attended sher's thanksgiving farewell yesterday. testimony time was an eye-opener definitely. the room was choking with emotions i never thought humans are capable of expressing. maybe its because i had always longed to be away that farewells and parting never really bothered me.

except three.

these favourite girls are my memory keepers which do not lay a dime a dozen among all the scattering pennies. tadaa.

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