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Friday, October 26, 2007
parasites.

hello.

sometimes eh, ppl are born to be ungrateful. they didn't think about their past. how they struggle to become what they are now. now that their rank is high, they think that the world belongs to them. these ppl are are simply fcuked up parasites. they are born in this world to be arseholes. even if we're student nurses, they dont have the right to look down on us what. and to make things worst, they actually criticise us in front of us. bastard. i think, they only need students like __.

1 bastard spoils our day, but a nice guy makes our day. he claimed to be dr Y's brother. haha. and he's a ___ specialist. oh, random qn, why do people like to be a gynae doctor? :)

something happened in the tearoom just now. and i dont knw what happened to gayatri that she suddenly became as mad as me and nathy. but then, nepalese guy makes our day. and i will never forget the shoe incident my whole life. nathy is the heroine ah. no one can be like her. :)

i think its a great experience for us during the 5 days (except for that bastard's comments). the ppl, except for some mangkuk's, as usual, makes our day.

and im going sentosa with my uncle tmr. hahah. some family day kind of thingy. :)

okay bye.


7:38 PM Friends are like roses... you have to look out for the pricks!