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hohoho is grumbling. i killed my thumb! ): slept on it against e edge of my hard wooden table e other day, so i killed a nerve! and now, its numb, and blunt things feel sharp and vice versa! and mommy was unsympathetic and went like 'aiyoh next time cannot perform surgery! you know a surgeon's life is his or her hands! fingers! and e thumb takes up 95% of that.' so good to know. i want it to go away soon! i cant stand holding a china spoon and dropping it cos e frigging thumb hurts. nerve synapse damage. i need damage control!

&! ohgosh. traumatised. mom's girlfriend (yeah fem adults keep calling each other that!) auntie doris came to visit last night. so another night killed. AND she brought raffles mooncakes! mini snowskin with lotus paste, champagne and ganache! :) mmmm and it was hardgotten! cos she was like 'eh currie (my mom)! i took great pains to get this box! cos i dragged steve (ala her husband ala ceo of mtv! zomg) and my sons with me and realised that ALAMAK! raffles area and suntec all heavily guarded cos of that imf! so e guards scanned all 5 of us in e car for very long! and all e angmohs looked at us like we were crazy cos we flew into e hotel to buy mooncake and dashed out again!' hahahahaha :) auntie doris rawkass.

oh and apparently, she's dragging mommeh and i off to sun city (aka HUGE CASINO in africa) after eoys, after new zealand adv. so i'll be stuck with her three sons. a very pretty ratio of 1:3! =| oh and have i mentioned. she confessed to mom yesterday that her whole point of getting her eldest son (derek, derrick? what?) to come pick her up was so he could come into e house, and be introduced to me oO which makes me change my notions abt mom entirely. basically what mom said - 'doris got him to come over here to hook ya up.'

now mom's a hypocrite cos she goes like 'oh yaknow you could start dating after jc2? immediately after?' lol and tonight when she spilled doris' beans on me, she was gloating. and i was like -raises eyebrows- HOHO ALENA MOMS ARE STRANGE SOMETIMES.

banana date after eoys! banana muffins, banana milkshake @ esplanade!, banana fritters from random kopitiam stall!, bananas from farrer road market! banana in pyjamas videos! bananas haha alena this is yours, all ready to go. innuendos not included. period. :)
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