Hello world! Good morning! Woohoo! Yeehaa!
I strongly believe this is the after-day-off effect!
Silly weizy is so energetic, singing Tsamina Mina Eh Eh Waka Waka Eh Eh Tsamina Mina Zangalewa This is Africa!
Dont believe me, this is just the side effect of caffein!
Yeah there u go weizy. wake up at 3am to study NRP. Why?
Well.. Because today I am the Doraemon! Woohoo! Pssstt.. Anything u want? Magic door? Oh no. i'm sorry. I'd better save it for myself, might need that to disappear myself to the OT later! Can't wait to be the heroin of the day! Woot! Woohoo! Can I just shout at the world already! Woohoo! Woooo! Gosh why am I so energetic!!
Waka waka Eh Eh!
Wish I can have the energy like this everyday. Singing myself all the way long from the carpark right to the main entrance of the 6th floor of HDOK, which pretty much says something like this, "PAEDIATRIC WARD".
Hahaha. Wooo, may be this is the sign of bumping into my prince charming eh?? Woot! Woot! Peeewwwit!
Haha.. Seriously I am way too high, euphoric!
Tsamina mina zangalewa!
Yeah yeah today is sunday! No idea y am I so excited bout it when I will work till 5. Sunday, it is time for church. Hope I have the energy to go. Sing and sing for the lord! Huhu reminds me of the superb choir team of st joe in kuching. Really love the voice. My most fav part is when they play the alleluia part just after the reading with the iban traditional music! And I would be the loner standing among the crowds, so excited to sing the alleluia!
Wow I m so missing kuching!
And QMM 6787.......
Haiz. Belinda couldnt help.. And she is my last hope. Looks like he would just be my distant dream. As it already is..
Sigh... Tell me how on earth would it not be a dream.. When I am here, right here, this tiny little spot of sandakan, surrounded by a 80% suluk, or may be bugis, banjar? Argh wut ever u call these PTI!
While he is there, surrounded by the pretty ibans n bidayuhs, wutever local they have there... And has never (ever !) came to know bout my existence...
Sad little memory that I kept in my luggage when I was leaving on the jet plane in april this year...
Well well, everything unto thy hands lord.. Let thy will be done, and I carry it out for u, my master...
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Monica Weizen Justin is verbally not good in words. So here i am, writing down all my thoughts, my feelings that no one in this world would know. So whoever bother to read this, could understand me better. If there is no one bothers, it is ok. It is simply because i don't create this blog for you, but for myself. :)
If there is anywhere in my stories that you think has something adversely to do with you, i hereby apologize first. I just want to have my own page with my own stories without being censored. The pages are the products of my thoughts that have been derived from a rational reasoning in my own unique way.
I want to be just myself.
If there is anywhere in my stories that you think has something adversely to do with you, i hereby apologize first. I just want to have my own page with my own stories without being censored. The pages are the products of my thoughts that have been derived from a rational reasoning in my own unique way.
I want to be just myself.
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