my tonsils and bunny nannies.

I feel scared. I feel sad. And I cried tears for puppetress's pain.


Visited doctor again, again.

doctor: Open your mouth and relax.
"Why dont i suggest you remove your tonsils?" They are unhealthy.

me: ................??
(*thinking to myself, if i remove them will i lose my voice.....)

doctor: Your tonsils are damaged and dead. You should remove them. Especially when you fall sick so often, almost every month and required antibiotics each time. It would be better for you.

Mine, mine... i will say goodbye to my tonsils soon in june when the school holidays are. Only then i can afford to take 2 weeks to recover after a tonsillectomy. Maybe after that, i can ask to pack them up and bring them home. Show it to dad, mum, maid, sister and all my birds.

Do you think anyone will realise its my tonsils aint kidneys if i use them to cook mee-sua?

My maids have always been one of my best friend and more than a helping hand at home. They are part of my family. When im sick, they bring me to the doctors, when i camp vomitingly in the toilet, they camp with me. When i need just simple companion to anywhere, they always accomapany me.

They are part of my life.

may: hey, eat your medicine.
me: hmmm... can make ribena for me please?
may: you want milo?
me: no... i dont want... eel... always drink milo when sick.. now i think of milo i more sick. ribena la...
may: cannot... cold la cannot. you sick.
me: aiyah... never mind la. who say sick cannot drink cold one?
may: cannot... cannot....
me: please la... may... please... i dont want milo.....
may: okie la.... just now u eat porridge already. so now let you drink ribena. I make one cup ribena for you and one cup water ah?
me: hee.... okie, thank you.

After medication

may: eh j***, go sleep la....
me: later la....
may: your eyes very red already......
me: .......... later la... awhile more......
may: you eat medicine already go sleep la.
me: ............... later...awhile more.............
may: see, your face so red also.......
me: fever mah, then face red......
may: you see, your nose always sz sz sz....you dont naughty la... go sleep la.
me: i hungry.....
may: how? what you want to eat?
me: hmmm.. i dont know... doctor say no chilli. house no more tom yam maggi....
may: beehoon soup?
me: hmmm..... again ah... but no more fishball already right... i dont want eat beehoon and soup only....
may: haha ya. then how..... dont eat la, you sick cannot eat anyhow.
me: okie lor... never mind... dont eat...

After awhile.... she came into the room again.

may: j***, you want this one? (showed me 2 cans of campbell soup)
me: (felt very touched cause she mentioned that she's going to sleep) Hmm...... okie lor, anything. You ask my sister she want or not, if she want, i share with her.
may: okie.
me: thank you....

This is how my maid love me, and most of the maids whom had taken very good care of me....... To me, they meant alot more than just someone whom cleans my house. They are part of my family.

I love my maids. Bunny Nannies.

* j*** is what bunny nannies call me.