I feel like writing this post like how blogs are supposed to be. Hei, siapa pernah beri guidelines mengenai cara-cara menulis entri di sesebuah belog? The answer is: NONE. Na-da. Duh. And here I am, babbling like a pack of babboons, gettin' carried away by my mind and my precious fingers. Yeah, my fingers are my precious, besides my head. Tho I don't really know how to strum a guitar, let alone my very set of fingers on a table like some of my classmates expertly did, I do love my fingers. Cz they write for me. For a long time and a long time before the keyboard partially take its function away for me to write e-mails to my childhood bestie, my fingers on my right hand serves me well. I got permanent callus on my right middle finger cz I wrote so much.
To my right middle finger, I love you. Haha. I will never misuse you to 'give the finger' to anyone, partly because you won't look convincing at all (because of the callus. And it's the confidence that counts, and people may berate me if I ever did hahaaa) gosh.
Proclaiming my love to my hand really makes me feel good.
Thank you Allah for granting me with a good functioning callused hand.
Now back to your lame poems.
Tralalala!
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