Totally. And drowsy. Hence some random rantings.
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Today was our annual medical checkup. They shouldn't put oh-so-cute doctors to measure blood pressure. Seriously. A cutie holding your hand while wrapping that strap like thing around your arm doesn't help. Add to that her killer perfume. Doesn't help at all. My measured pressure today must be quite high than what it should have been. What's the point? And then the evil doc next to her took about a litre of blood out of me. True story. I felt so sad. How much do I have to eat again to gain all that. Easy for her to stick a needle in and just wait till the tube - actually, there were three - is filled. Oh, and I just realized that I still doesn't know my blood type. Meh. Oh and it seems I've gotten one and a half centimetres short from last year. Jeez. Benjamin Button is not alone, is he?
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Was wasting time on FB as usual. On FB homepage - not your profile - to the right side there appears photo albums of your friends right? Go check it if you're not sure. So... there was one album called "Akki's Wedding" and one of my good friend's name appeared next to it. All good except for the little matter that her sister is happily married for about four years now. I was like "What? Really? She got married again? But what happened to ayya?", before I realized that it was not my friend's album, but an album of someone else where she merely commented. Lucky I didn't tell anyone. Otherwise I'm sure that the said friend would have sent a missile this way.
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I want food. Sri Lankan food. Kos, Polos, Pol Sambal, Karawala and stuff like that. I've had enough of my cooking I might throw up the next time I eat them. I can see you already grinning. No you jerks, my cooking is not that bad, it's just the combinations I cook. Chicken and Parippu. Every week. Occasional potato curry or maybe beans. A salad once in a while. But maaaaan, who wants that shit. Sigh. Vot to do.
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There's another half an hour to go. Time is a bitch. When we want it to pass quickly, the bastard starts to walk with a snail. And when we want it to stop, when we want to savor our moments, it flies like a super sonic jet. Alright, 29 more to go. Way too sleepy to write anymore. Let me hit the publish button...
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Today was our annual medical checkup. They shouldn't put oh-so-cute doctors to measure blood pressure. Seriously. A cutie holding your hand while wrapping that strap like thing around your arm doesn't help. Add to that her killer perfume. Doesn't help at all. My measured pressure today must be quite high than what it should have been. What's the point? And then the evil doc next to her took about a litre of blood out of me. True story. I felt so sad. How much do I have to eat again to gain all that. Easy for her to stick a needle in and just wait till the tube - actually, there were three - is filled. Oh, and I just realized that I still doesn't know my blood type. Meh. Oh and it seems I've gotten one and a half centimetres short from last year. Jeez. Benjamin Button is not alone, is he?
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Was wasting time on FB as usual. On FB homepage - not your profile - to the right side there appears photo albums of your friends right? Go check it if you're not sure. So... there was one album called "Akki's Wedding" and one of my good friend's name appeared next to it. All good except for the little matter that her sister is happily married for about four years now. I was like "What? Really? She got married again? But what happened to ayya?", before I realized that it was not my friend's album, but an album of someone else where she merely commented. Lucky I didn't tell anyone. Otherwise I'm sure that the said friend would have sent a missile this way.
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I want food. Sri Lankan food. Kos, Polos, Pol Sambal, Karawala and stuff like that. I've had enough of my cooking I might throw up the next time I eat them. I can see you already grinning. No you jerks, my cooking is not that bad, it's just the combinations I cook. Chicken and Parippu. Every week. Occasional potato curry or maybe beans. A salad once in a while. But maaaaan, who wants that shit. Sigh. Vot to do.
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There's another half an hour to go. Time is a bitch. When we want it to pass quickly, the bastard starts to walk with a snail. And when we want it to stop, when we want to savor our moments, it flies like a super sonic jet. Alright, 29 more to go. Way too sleepy to write anymore. Let me hit the publish button...
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