so bottom again...

well, first, my good friend (some has affectionately referred to him as mr bottom following his bottom-centric response to the op) wants to thank all the uncles, aunties, gor gors, jieh jiehs, tee tees, mei meis, and so on for their concern and well wishes over his tonsil op. i am pleased to announced that he has successfully completed the op and now resting in his ward. and given that this is his first hospital stay, it was also a very eventful one...

for a start, he got upgraded to a better ward at no extra cost (the more likely reason would be that the lowest class ward, for singaporeans who less well off [including vagabonds, and/ or paupers like most of us], are so overcrowded that hospitals have to move some lucky few to better class wards)... the doctor that operated on him was so manly and cute, he felt at ease immediately and surrendered himself totally in (the hospital operating) bed and he didn't even know when the doctor inserted his big tool into his mouth, the nurses at the ward did not get to see his kuku (hurray? hmm, i need to interrogate him on this), and at his ward, there was a guy who was so badly smashed up his face was all so bloodied and swollen, so much so that veggyt couldn't make out if this person is cute or otherwise. well, he should be able to discharge tomorrow or the day after...

and yes, he survived the op... so, sex and the city 8, here he comes! 

lol!