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I love flowers. I love spontaneity, and pleasant surprises. I'm dainty and ambitious; really. I nurse others. There's more than meets the eye when it comes to me.

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N A D I A H
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ngee ann poly
school of health sciences
Children's Emergency, KKWCH

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Monday, March 31, 2008 1:39 pm
My Sunday Night Movie.



Last night I sat in bed propped up by my pillows and my duvet covering from my hips down. It was past midnight, I'm sure. My room was very dimly lit by two tiny table lamps acquired from Bangkok, Thailand. You have to have it right in front of you if you want to read a book. Everyone else was asleep, except for my sister who lounged on her sofa-cum-bed, her earpiece in her ears, chatting with her friend on her laptop.

I was with my earpiece on as well. It was plugged to an Akira portable mini DVD/VCD player propped by another pillow on my lap.

Fingers on one hand were on the volume controller, another near the screen. Those were my safety measures to prevent myself from dying due to a scare. In case there's a scream expected, I can lower down the volume. In case there'll be a scary figure with a scary face popping into the screen, my hand can cover the screen. But I had nothing to prevent my own screams from my mouth (no, i don't want a gag!). Nor could I control my heart from racing.

It was also surprising that I had a laugh every now and then.

"Amazing! So darn amazing!" was what I utter as I switched off the player and my table lamps, preparing for sleep.

I was watching "SAW".