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Monday, February 18, 2008,1:20 AM

Okay, something happened in the highway while Papa is driving. Whut da hell. I don't wish to talk about that. It scared the living shit out of me! Anyhoots, I have a fun time with Yunqian and Vivian eh! Walking around aimlessly here and there, lol. Then around night time, I saw Papa's lorreh driving past us and I run after it. Once he came out, I gave him a big, big hug! I was worried like fuck for him ya know! LOL.

Anyway, while looking at the insurance form, I suddenly thought of this:

"If you lose your thumb, you can't rate people.
If you lose your index finger, you can't point out directions.
If you lose your middle finger, you can't insult anyone.
If you lose your ring finger, you can't get married.
If you lose your baby finger, (Okay, this one is really lame) you can't dig your nose or dig your ears."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, BYE.