Thursday, July 10, 2008.

marianne, now i know how you felt.
when you were burnt or scalded.
you know that i love hot chocolate right?
well, i finally got to try it, so i made it. with hot boiling water at the temperature of 80 degrees or whatever.
then i sat on the sofa, with American next top model, and asked my dear older sister to pass me a pillow.
so, the rest was a blur.
she threw me the pillow, making me spilled half the cup of hot chocolate onto myself.
i didn't know that i had spilled onto myself until i felt pain.
and my reaction was, 'ah! fuck fuck!'and trying to pull my t-shirt away from sticking onto my chest, which was unsuccessful.
and instead of screaming, i was whispering loudly.
and my sister reaction was.
'oh my god, i am sorry, i didn't mean to.' in a monotone voice, she grab the table clothe threw it at me, and went back to her seat.
'i am so sorry.'
wow.
she didn't even help me hold the cup but just removed the pillow.
i didn't cry, but my shirt was sticking onto my whole chest and my left arm.
it was hot and painful,
so i went to my room, grab a clean shirt, went to the toilet, took off my top.
and my whole left side was fuming red.
it was burning.
and it still burns.
took tissue cleaned it, made it wet and tried damping onto my chest.
but well, every time i touched it, it stings.
and well, now i still have yet to drink my hot choco,
well, and my sis just came in.
and said.
'so how was the hot chocolate? nice? and so sorry, how is your breast doing?'
and she laughs, i say nothing but carry on typing this post.
completely fine my sister, i am really fine.
so fine like grains of rice.
i dunno how i came up with that, but it still hurts.
haixs, so much for..
hmmm? i wonder.
anyways, i am gonna try to finish my hot chocolate now.
^^ nights and sweet hot chocolate dreams.

p.s
i tasted hot chocolate with my breast,
for preparation for my children, instead of milk.
it is hot chocolate.

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