date: 6.25.2011
time: 4:09 AM
The night's still young.
Who am I kidding? ..
The night's still young at 4am?
Well hello early morning.
I couldn't not complain about today. Or rather, yesterday. Let's take it as just now. Sometimes I hate my relatives a whole lot. Firstly, what do they take the hospital ward as? A chalet? A gambling den? Buying food and drinks is fine, if it is to satisfy your own hungers. But buying what looks like 10 kilograms of food. Mcdonalds, KFC, Long John Silvers, happy meals whatnot. In the end, all wasted food. And I say, there's more than enough fries to make you put on at least 3 kilograms of weight. Then someone brought a pack of poker cards, to 'kill time'. Nabei, you're so god damn bored at the ward, then go home for heaven's sake. Secondly, control your bloody little rascals (kids). They brought along so many noisy toys, shouting at one another and one even played with my grandma's oxygen tube. The fuck, kid. I would have slap your tinnie face right there but then again your small fry head might just fly off and we will have your mum fainted on the spot and your dad having a mental breakdown.
So I'm just munching on a packet of fries that's 11 hours ago year old. It's cold but at least I'm helping not to waste more food. Went to the pantry which at the other end of the corridor, and nuts, it's really eerie. It's a hospital. Get it? The wards on the either sides of the corridor are all dark with the lights out. Anyway, made myself a cup of hot milo and it's fucking tasteless. Tell me I'm not that bimbo as to I can fail to make a simple cup of milo.
Oh what gracious crisis this would be.
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