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who is willing to be a doctor just so she could poke her finger
into someone's chest.
otherwise it's a week of happy dance cos tmr's last tuition (no more hot stuffy messy room!), fri's last attachment day (no more coughing upon reaching home and NO MORE BLISTERS!), and sat's last for arab class cos of the hols.
and i really want to watch a movie.
you work up a smile and you go for a ride
you know those carnival booth where a line of yellow ducks wait to be shot down? lately i've been feeling like one of the ducks.
things just dont seem so nice suddenly when you learn that she has a history of choosing colors. couple with the part where i screwed up smthg, i've been feeling like an idiot whenever she's around. thats so bad.. at least i do feel a little better after talking to ms chiang..
one reminds me so much of chee wei, in almost all manners. and another reminds me of iskandar. weird..at least they are nice and i'm going to miss the chee wei clone-alike when he leaves, because he's like,
NICE. plus he lets me do a couple of cool stuffs, all by myself :)
sometimes you just wish you can yell at someone. like this idiot who proclaims proudly that he does not fast and accused you of the same vice when you dont know how many days you have fasted so far. wow, like you're some hot shot, and oh whats that i hear creaking open? your personal door to hell? goddamn bastard.
here's to wishing for a better rest of attachment. i'll just be humming daniel powter's 'bad day' for the time being.
Attitude, of the man in the workshop
whose dusty apron reaches almost to his thick boots
which stamp with impatience,
hands patronizing in their swift
pointing out of mistakes,
stupid things he knows he would never make,
but I keep my voice low and think
that once upon a time we all knew nothing. -wildfire-
pretty much sums up me
feelings, emotions, hormones
i heard 'photograph' by nickleback and feel strangely exhilarated. it's fantastic, this natural high. an addiction. i mean whats there to
not be happy about? i'm alive, i'm productive, i learnt, i just ate newly baked ice-cream cookies which are meant for hari raya. i have friends, although i dont see them that often
(hint hint HINT). i read, i can shop, and there are still music in this world that i can listen to without running away screaming and tearing my hair off. the sun shines, the wind blows, and the rain falls. sometimes there are rainbows. sometimes butterflies. always, chocolates.
so you see, there are so much to be happy about. i guess this is why i can never fully fathom why some people can be unhappy for long periods of time.
weirdly i really want for school to start so i can take the morning bus to see him again. i miss that.
and as bad as it is, i hope my case study is not discharged yet so i can continue my well, case study smoothly.
attachment: day 4
well actually i've only done 3 days of attachments since am typing this at 5am(curse you morning shift!). so far its been really interesting. really really
gross but interesting too.
but most of all it makes me appreciate small inventions so much. soap is bloody brilliant. gloves! oh what could we do without gloves?? wheels! it may be hip to be a square but circle just kick ass. plasters! socks!! socks!! it helps with the blisters (btw there are no such thing as uncomfortable shoes anymore after what mine put me through). and my favourite newest toy, tagaderm!! its a sterile shift of plastic which holds things in place. apparently holds
everything in place. i love tagaderm! plus its so nice to say the word too. tagaderm, tagaderm, TAGADERM! :D
one think i do know is that when i do become a staff nurse, am going to be so much nicer than the SSN i had to work with yesterday. hope today'll will be better.
TAGADERM!!
a song and a strip
love!
funny!
and happy birthday to kaka!!
higher than pi!
from today onwards, i promise to not let other people annoy me for my ability to write, for speaking proper english 95% of the time, and for knowing more and better words than them. because at the end of the day, it does make a different in grades :)
so i got my results and for someone who studied last minute and spent half the time in exam plotting differing methods to kill the person sitting diagonally to her (noisy leg-shaker urgh!) i did pretty okie. i'm happy, my parents are happy, and apparently so is h from his "melayu boleh!" sms to me (now THAT is hilarious).
the only downside is that Mona now wants to study with me! (uber horrified look) kaka!! aunty!! HELP!!!!
on other news, we finally learnt smthg impt in arab, namely saying i want to sleep. and dont you think its annoying how ppl always ask the obvious?
me: (cough very badly)
a: are you sick?
me: nah it's part of my new hobby to hack my lungs out.
tu eres muy linda! i learnt that frm nat..it means you're pretty!
4 hours, 3 days, 5 days
my cousin and i are so alike its freaky. we hate the same things, love the same things, and even think similarly. its like having a twin! except for the whipped cream part..who the heck dont like whipped cream??
so its 4 hours to fasting month, 3 days till i have 1 less brother (n.s. is invented to let sisters have a turn on the computer), and 5 days till attachment. hopefully i dont kill anybody.
i really want to sleep. just..sleep. and no one to wake me up till am good and ready. but at the rate things are going, looks like am gonna be more tired when i return to school. well..better tired than bored i guess.
who wanna go to the geylang bazaar?? :D
areyoushake
i watched smthg really depressing on spongebob squarepants on thursday. it was when the cheery yellow sponge dreamed of flying, built various equipments to help him fly, but was dragged down by the other fishies because they couldnt achieve their dreams. and when he did manage to fly, the other fishies (and Mr. Krabs) still dragged him down by making him accommodate their whims instead of letting him be.
of cos in the end spongebob got to fly by himself but the whole if-we-cant-do-it-neither-can-should-you-and-if-you-still-can-you-must-act-according-to-our-wishes-and-be-our-slave-instead-of-all-happy mentality may be too much for a cartoon. it's depressing. it's disturbing. it's wrong. it's ayn rand's.
in short, it's 'atlas shrugged' for kids.
do you know how sometimes people can annoy you so much that you wish they are dead so you can at least look back on them fondly on the times that they dont annoy you? i'm feeling that way about some people.
i learnt a new wordin class yesterday. not sure how its spelt in alphabets but it's roughly pronounced like such.
areyoushake. anything.
nag nag nag
ok here see i blog!
though there's not much to say except that i went shopping and shopping and shopping. and in under 200 dollars i got everything i want too! clothes-bag-sandal-wise that is.
arab classes has been ok so far, though it improved since the bitching session me and cuzzy had with weiqi. i have now learnt enough to construct crude sentences which sounds super funny when translated to english.
and tragically i am not going to be a blood donor since my iron count has dropped even lower ("go eat some metals" said my mother)
