Sunday, July 26, 2009 / 5:44 PM

blogger is stupid



Wednesday, July 15, 2009 / 6:49 PM

im not dead. yet.

well, these few days had been hectic for me. actually not really, prolly its cos i have no break after that sucky attachment. alright, i got a B+ for that. but not even a practice column signed for assessing of vital signs. best part, i got that teacher again for my BCLS. everything seems to be going wrong. okay, not gonna dwell on it.
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anyways, shopping is so so therapeutic. i've never felt so good. grabbing what catches my eye, and for the first time not regretting what i've got. that's awesome, even better than durian ice-cream cake. now im just waiting for my dear friend, denim jacket. woohoo
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something's seriously wrong with me recently, i don't quite know what. its like you're searching for something and then realized after a long time that its actually on your hand. that kinda thing. its happened to me quite a few times. wierd. and i've been burping alot too. sometimes 4 in a row. not that i've been counting...
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have i mentioned that im watching HARRY POTTER tomorrow? i've even bought the tix in advance. kiasu=shiok (:



Monday, July 6, 2009 / 9:15 PM

ahem, but why do i have the feeling she is copying her?
tsktsk. not good.



/ 4:43 PM

what is your goddamn problem with us? can't you just sign those fucking skills? its handwashing and temperature taking for fuck's sake. do i have to do like a million times to earn that signature? worst still, you wouldn't even see us do them. then may i know why the fuck are you here? just to eat those fucking meals and take those fucking long breaks chit-chatting? if i were you, i'll get this over and done with. i know you loathe this as much as we do. i did my homework, in fact i did my best. i revised those fucking skills only to realise that nobody is fucking there to assess me. and please, please don't make empty promises. if you promise you'll be there, please be there alright. if not, you can always fucking text us. so i wouldn't have to wake up so goddamn early and catch the first train and run 500 metres. we don't all own cars you know. oh yeah, not even a word of sorry from you. its no longer about whether you're the teacher or not, its the basic manners for fuck's sake. even a 3 year old could say sorry, what are you? 93? you know, you are the one getting paid for doing this shit. so i suggest you'd better do it well.
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life with you, SUCKS.