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French cancan-Monsieur Nitouche (Inna Modja)

I met this pretty boy in Paris
He used to tell me that I'm jolie
I couldn't say a word just
Coco Choco Chanel
Coco Chanel Chocolat

In my heart
In my veins
I just couldn't take him out of my brain
Just a glance
I'm in transe
This french fella was cute as hell

On my mind
In my bed
I just couldn't stop staring at him
Just a kiss
French kiss
I couldn't say a word just stuttering

Coco Choco Chanel Coco
Coco Choco Chanel and Chocolat

How stupid is that ?
I should tell him
Remember the night he came in my life

Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Prends-moi par la main
Dis-moi des mots d'amour
Des mots qui me touchent
Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Je suis enchantée

Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Prends-moi par la taille
Caresse-moi l'épaule
Le creux de mes reins
Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Ravie de te rencontrer

In my life
In my dreams
This man couldn't walk away from my hips
Just a bite
On my lips
I couldn't say a word just stuttering

Coco Choco Chanel Coco
Coco Choco Chanel and Chocolat

How stupid is that ?
I should tell him
Remember the night he came in my life

Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Prends-moi par la main
Dis-moi des mots d'amour
Des mots qui me touchent
Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Je suis enchantée

Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Prends-moi par la taille
Caresse-moi l'épaule
Le creux de mes reins
Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Ravie de te rencontrer

I met this pretty boy in Paris
He used to tell me that I'm jolie
I called this pretty man Mon Chéri
Coco Choco Chanel
Coco Chanel Chocolat

Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Prends-moi par la main
Dis-moi des mots d'amour
Des mots qui me touchent
Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Je suis enchantée

Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Prends-moi par la taille
Caresse-moi l'épaule
Le creux de mes reins
Monsieur Sainte Nitouche
Ravie de te rencontrer

Hey...happy belated birthday

Babe,

I am happy that you've gone thru all these despite you tried pretty hard to. I hope there will be lesser to bear.

Sorry about the late wishes...Happy belated birthday anyway.

I can't be with you but my heart is always here to wish for the best for you.

p.s Miss your grandma.

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Tea of the day: Lavender. Used to hate it when I thought the scent is meant to be smelt, not tasted. But as the days go by, the scent lives in my taste bud and heart, and calms my soul.

The Hype in Life

Life is strange. The way I chose to counter it seemed strange too.

People are saying, a Capricon character is 'to build'. I wonder how far the Capricons can build before they fall.

I am not supposed to blog at this point of time, but I feel like it. So what!

Why should I care? The globe is still spinning, the world still carries on when you think that you are of any importance.

Forget love, forget hatred--at least for now.

Closing my eyes, taking a deep breath.

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Tea of the day: Globe Maranth Red. Relieves depression; sip it and I'll be good.

What are you in fear of?

Slight Relief

The stitch was removed-at Doctor E@ Sunway. Yes it is the same clinic earlier but a different doctor-again! It was not as painful as I originally imagined. Phew, my finger could at last see the dawn. Some of you (busybody) would like to look at my wound. I do not have the picture of the finger cut on the first bloody day but I do have one picture of how it looks today.


The wound looks healed from outside, blood clog is still stubborn and hell, it still hurts when it's bent.

Here's another picture of one of the apparels that I bled on.

I was busy living with my after-shock hence did not have time to snap on any other details.

Now-here's a count down of 5 weeks. Five weeks from my exam. Additionally, it is a lifetime learning for dignity, and to be a better person. Throughout these years, I developed my love--my love for the society, my love for the next-of-kin, my love to the little-ones on earth (be it children or animals), which all would go in inverse relationship with my love for the country.

Last thing before I hit the sack, my blessings to the world, those who are in financial crisis, I hope the storm will fade away. Crying from my heart, hey bro, although we are apart, I love you and would love to give you my fullest support.

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Tea of the day, back to the basics and simplicity in life, earl grey. Think of our roots, think of love, think of the old 1800's taste, traditional yet distinctive, aromatically enticing with the scent of irresistible bergamot orange. Think of our loved ones-have we been treating them well like the loved ones?

Dressings

I had my dressing for the deep cut almost everyday in the past (Mon, Tues, Thu, Fri). All were at almost different clinics, whichever the closest to my location of the day. Doctor A, the most polite, young, fresh-gradie looking Chinese male doctor at Kota Damansara who also did the stitch for me, was not on duty on the second day after my injury--although I was much anticipating his comments on my healing progress. It was a female nehneh doctor (Doctor B) on duty on Monday who terribly did my dressing, who yelled everywhere for her assistant to find the cotton, scissors, antiseptic cream etc and eventually did a very ugly and super huge dressing (should have taken a picture of her masterpiece!). She said: no seafood including fish, no chicken, no egg...and I MUST eat my painkiller so that I will stop yelling+moaning+sobbing+whatever during the dressing session.

On Tue, the doc on duty at Sunway (Doctor C) was the most experienced doctor in doing dressing! No pain inflicted, and I had stopped bleeding! Amazing! He intelligently used the antiseptic to drip on the cotton that was sticking to my wound and let the cotton get torn and shrunk easily.

Thu and Fri (yesterday), the doc at Kelana Jaya (Doctor D) pulled my bandage like a bull and tore my delicate skin to be broken again--I started bleeding again! He did not use the antiseptic dripping method--but instead a bull's method. He even blamed on the lousy cotton the Sunway doctor used that stuck on my wound. I could imagine how he tears his wife's shirt apart during every foreplay. On Friday, I did the removal of bandage myself due to my Thu's experience--and let him solely do the jobs of wound cleaning and putting on a new bandage. He TIED the bandage as tight as a Chinese dumpling, and after reaching home, all fingers on the same hand got swollen like an elephant's leg, my blood vessels terribly clogged and it was a horrible sight! I couldn't breathe and I felt dizzy and could seemingly feel my blood flow got bottleneck somewhere and the hyper active pounding feeling from the veins! My palm instantly turned into a purple, deformed gigantic god's punishment.

What I did was DIY (redoing) the bandage again. Now the swell subsided but still swelling. This bull doctor said the next session will be Sunday, and he is going to remove my stitch.

I am hesitant.

Well I like gentle-gentlemen :)

I made a joke to my little man and he burst into laughter. If one day my wound gets totally recovered, I will still wrap up my middle finger, do an XXL bandage and go for the dressing at the bull doctor's. After spending some great effort in removing my bandage, there shows no wound but two words written on my middle finger: 'Fuck you'. Then..I'd flee!

Anyway, Doc C and D said it was a nonsense that ones should be at total abstinence from certain food during an injury! These are just traditional beliefs. And both Docs said ones should NOT rely on painkillers. So, screw tigress doctor B!


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Tea of the day: Tea of carnation. It could improve blood circulation. Plus points, it could improve body metabolism, new skin generation, detox, balance up female hormone system, soothe and relax your body, mind, and... soul. :)