Over Heineken (me) and some coffee served in a nice tall cup (him) quite sometime ago, Hanafy had asked me why I don't write anymore, you know, scripts. Because my scripts were usually based on what was happening around me. And Jonathan the nurse's blog surrounds his life as well, and he writes about his job and those little embarrassing moments.

I've had brilliant moments that happened during my ex-job as well: good ones, not so good ones, but still fecking memories. But who the fuck reads this blog? Anybody.I really do not know, can't tell from the hit counter. I'm just too coward to share.

Fuck this shit.