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My Father Is A Farmer

..and we work work work the day away.

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Pain

I'm supposed to be reading up on the breast, as I have a tutorial tomorrow, but I can't stand looking at another diseased tit, so here I am.

I have a really disgusting blister on my middle finger.

How did I get it?

As with all stories, we have to start at the beginning.

A long time ago (last week actually), a colleague of mine got into a accident (actually, 6 different colleagues of mine got into 6 separate accidents last week, but that's deviating). Her car was totally fucked, so I offered her my transportation services if ever she needed them (as usual lah, wanting to be the ultimate champion).

We have badminton every Tuesday night. She's kinda my doubles partner, so of course I picked her up (and her housemate) for our session last night.

We usually have dinner after badminton.

Uh, so we did.

Dinner was ikan bakar near Tesco. After dinner, her housemate wanted to go buy milk. So I took them to buy milk.

They ended up buying a bookshelf for their place as well.

So I helped them with the bookshelf. It was quite heavy, and quite a waste of time. But of course, the whole champion complex came into play. Once again.

When I dropped them home (=carried the bookshelf up), they asked ever so sweetly if I could please assist them in setting the bookshelf up. Tesco bookself ma.. DIY, balls.

The ultimate super champion of course said yes.

With some makeshift tools, I managed to put in 24 separate screws (which of course was necessary in the process of assembling the bookshelf).

Super champion right? Thank you, thank you.

And that's how I got the blister.

It's not very pleasant, having a blister on your middle finger.

It hurts when I shower.

I have to stick my middle finger up for everything; especially when I examine patients (no weird ass skin infections for me, thanks). We don't routinely use gloves for anything except for maybe a rectal exam, so there.

Man it sucks being a hero.

Plus some bitch really rubbed it in today.

"Wow, you must masturbate real vigorously".

Thanks la, balls.

  1. Blogger Sarah | 14/4/06 2:13 PM |  

    haha.. u and ur ego. but u were being a real gentleman i guess.. which is so unlike u..

  2. Blogger tsh | 14/4/06 5:50 PM |  

    marvo : colleague

    sarah : hey i'm the ultimate gentleman.. or maybe the ultimate gentleman pretender

  3. Blogger Sarah | 16/4/06 12:22 AM |  

    yeah pretender does it.. its the EGO

  4. Blogger Chin Kian | 21/4/06 12:24 AM |  

    haha...u sure tak ada udang di sebalik batu for being the hero?

    eh...point ur middle finger at that friend of yours la...

  5. Blogger Sarah | 21/4/06 1:39 PM |  

    oh he always has an udang...somehow or other..haha

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