my eyes are so tired. my feet are super full of calluses, making me a huge walking calluse i suppose. but my hands seem like they never wear out. i give them a pat once in a while for being so hard working. i write a thousand sentences every day [seriously], i try to religiously post something on my blog which requires a lot of typing. i iron my clothes every week. i wash my knickers. blah blah blah. yet they're still able to work. they aren't like my eyes that droop whenever i read too much.

writing is my thing whether it be writing some stuff about my fears, etc. or just doodling on my notebook. i don't usually write sensible things, but i don't care. i write words which are related to what i'm feeling. so thank God for my hands, really. without them, i can't imagine myself just storing my thoughts on my mind.

they don't let me down [rexona?]. i usually wash my hands after writing for a long time, so maybe that was how i got them all sweaty. they're dry when i'm in an airconditioned room. but when i'm outside where the temperature is 32 degrees or something, my sweat glands are active. hehe. despite of that, they're still cooperative. when i prepare my reviewers for the exam, it takes two hours before i feel pain from writing for so long.

thank you, thumb...
thank you, pointer....
thank you, middle finger....
thank you, ring finger....
thank you, pinky...
thank you, palm..