my hands and feet are over-sweating.
on days like today,
on days like today,
- i can't play the piano, because too much energy is being channeled into producing sweat.
- i can't play the guitar, because my sweat would trickle into that hole thingy.
- i can't write, because my sweaty palms would tear paper.
- i can't walk, because i'd slip and fall.
- i can't eat chocolate, because they'd melt and merge with my sweat.
- i can't answer a call on nokia-san, because the battery might go 'pop psst bleh'.
- i gotta stay put and stop moving about so i don't have to keep mopping the floor.
1 comment:
i've actually mistaken you for another friend because she also has sweaty palms.
then till line 6: *eh cath also calls her phone nokia-san, just like tsehwei!*
*quickly scroll down : WRITTEN AND SPOKEN, HWEI*
so there, hi to nokia san and hi to hwei.
p.s. yes, thanks for the profound link!
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