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A Note

I love flowers. I love spontaneity, and pleasant surprises. I'm dainty and ambitious; really. I nurse others. There's more than meets the eye when it comes to me.

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N A D I A H
200788
ngee ann poly
school of health sciences
Children's Emergency, KKWCH

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Saturday, March 04, 2006 3:30 pm
Crapping my way through.



Damn gross man! Shut up! Gawd! I'm like, what-ever man. Just zip it!

Yesterday I cleaned my side of the room. Threw all the stuff that I won't be using anymore. Threw the FON powerpoint notes. What's the point of stacking it up and let it to collect dust? I don't have any storage area for them. Besides I already made my own notes on them. And it took much lesser papers. Besides, I have the thick textbook to refer to. It's so thick and heavy and still looks so new.

I also threw away my magazines that I've kept since God knows when. I kept them cuz I found them a great way for re-using. All the colourful pictures and words. I could make it into a card or whatever. I did tried once making a birthday present for someone special, who lives miles away. I really mean miles away. Different timezones. BUT, my sister ruined it! She ruined the WHOLE thing. I was SOOO mad. Furious. Crazy mad. I worked on that gift SO hard ok. I'd painstakingly cut out all the little pieces of stuff from the magazine, I drew such an accurate picture of the Simpsons family which looked SOO nice, I pasted them in this very nice and stylish way and I wrote stuff in the notebook. It was the hardest and most personalized present I've ever made. I was halfway doing it, wasn't finished, when something happened.. and I stopped doing it. But I couldn't bring myself to throw it away. So I kept it all, but in the back of my mind, I thought that I would finish it in due time and give it. Then one day I found out they were gone. ALL OF IT. I was fucking mad. My blood was at the boiling point. And it was none other than my sister! I think I didn't speak to her for the longest time ever. I really hated her that time. Now my work is all down the dumps. It was totally heartbreaking.

Sigh..

Anyway, I also filed away all the notes and worksheets and assignments from the past year that I find useful. Gonna have to give space for YEAR 2. I'm going to be in Year 2 in May.

Then I arranged my bags. I love bags. I'm going to buy more when I've saved up enough. Not like I don't have any money. I've more than enough right now. But I want to save up more so that when I do buy a bag later, I won't be left with so little money. Like for example, I've like $150 in my wallet. Can buy a few bags right? But if I saved some more, maybe like until $200-$250, then when I buy bags which are worth, maybe, $20-$50, I'd still have $150-$200 left. Feels so much better than only having $100 with you right? I mean 100 is so close to being a two digit number. I love money. I know, I know, "Money aren't everything" or "Money doesn't make one happy". But currently, at my age, in my country, in this period of life, money DOES make me happy. And I'm not selfish.

Anyway, I know one person who is going to be my junior! My ex-neighbour and very, very close friend since we were in Primary 1. I moved when we were in Primary 6. We still keep in touch. Go to the same religious class until last year where we graduated. Now she's going to be in the same school and course as me. She was so happy when she told me at 10.46am. Hahah we're both so excited. Wheee!

I read today's New Paper. There was this article about the coloured-bra rule in some girls' schools. The school doesn't allow the students wearing coloured bras and you know what the punishment is? The students have to take them off and go through the day until the reach home without a bra! Their bras were confiscated and are not returned to them. Outrageous! It's so humiliating la. What's wrong with coloured bras anyway? Are they really distracting? Really, really distracting? The world must be full of stupid perverts that they have to make this rule. Anyway, the punishment was so fucked up. No bras throughout the day? Imgaine doing PE without bras. How uncomfortable, my God! Anyway, now they have the school bookshop selling white bras when their coloured bra is confiscated.

Unbelievable.

Well, I should go now. Cook rice.

I saw this advertisement in the papers too:
Do you know...
that Nurses play an important role in the patient's road to recovery?
As a nurse, you'll be one of the most important members of our healthcare team. Nursing is a specialised profession that safeguards the health of our nation. You'll work in a challenging environment and will have learning opportunities to widen your knowledge. Join us today for a meaningful and rewarding career.
Be a Professional. Be a Nurse.

Then there's this big picture of this at-first-sight-cute guy. He looked SO freaking familiar. Then when I look closer I saw his nametag:
Md Haizad Imran
Staff Nurse
That sounds SO freaking familiar as well. So I looked him up in the Internet. And he's one of those guys who entered Singapore Idol! The handsome, tall guy. Not one of the top 10 though. He acted in Shooting Stars too. I didn't watch so I didn't recognize him. Well, anyway, he's a NURSE. He's working at Institute of Mental Health. It was on his nametag.

SWEET!