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Monday, October 16, 2006
hmm..

hello.

im emo nowadays.
i dun care.
im humble too.
i laugh covering my mouth.
the sound is something like 'hoho'.

ok, firstly to js, sorry to hear abt ur uncle. be string ok. :)

2ndly, me and nat hope that we makes biba's day today. hoho. that woman eh, poor thinglah. all the hansem guys we take, leaving her with the ok-looking one. hoho. and that patient, how dare he took the thermometer. muka je hansem, perangai tak guna. steal in front of the daughter somemore. wtf.

went to work today. was late. running with nat. its been a while since we exercise. hoho. no motivation at all. haiz. motivation will only come ard 8 plus. haiz.

they change from 3 teams to 2 teams. functional nursing. what only the sister. but fun. if only motivator same shift, more fun. cos we'll be in the same team. heh.

b4 G left, she told me that a pt's grandson called her. asking abt us. and he told her that atuk is fine. and he told her that he wants to meet us after puasa. wee~. i miss atuk sooo much.

i duno but im tired today. bedpans, urinals, commode, horly para, bla bla bla. and the new shoe, its not helping but instead its killing. haiz.

ok, after break fast, we were waiting for the time to come. but didnt see him. later, 830 like that saw him. but suddenly like there's no feelings at all. haiz. but go home time, as usual, all the way we were talking abt him. haiz. what telah happen. we'll be sleeping nice and soundly at home, there he is working. haiz. poor him.

the ite girls, they're nice. sweet. not proud. :)

chatting with ri and he's a great companion. telling me to get married after i get my diploma and go make babies. i think he thinks that im a baby factory. ape je lah he. hoho.

okla. i tired.

bye.


11:58 PM Friends are like roses... you have to look out for the pricks!