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Tuesday, March 13, 2007 / 11:06 PM
Peace.
Exam results are out today.
Thank god, I passed each and every one of my modules.
Goodbye Biology. I won't see you in Year 3.
*star jumps*
On the other note, I know I've been rather occupied with my job at Pastamania.
And there's never a chance for me to go out with the girlfriends due to our busy schedules and plans.
Yesterday was a nice make-up.
Thanks Prim and Cheryl for the nice short evening.
;)
Not to forget the cab ride home.
As usual, when there's school vacation, there's attachment.
You can say I'm not looking forward to it.
Not that I hate attachment though.
The fact that the lecturers or instructors tagged you behind everywhere you go is just scary.
Yes, I said scary. And of course, irritating.
They are out to squeeze your brain out till no cerebral fluid left.
They have high expectations. Like extremely.
Intellectual nurses, they love.
Sad to say, I'm not cut to be one.
I prefer mingling with the disabled ones.
Say, teaching the autistic kids?
Or, stick to me wanting to be a psychiatric nurse.
I don't know if I'm even fit to be one. Yikes.
Haa.
Take care loves!
'Blur Monkeys @ Monkey-Jiggle.Com'
