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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
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ngee ann poly
school of health sciences
Children's Emergency, KKWCH

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Wednesday, April 26, 2006 9:38 pm
Sick in the head.



I'm addicted. Definitely addicted. To blogging. Somehow, I can't stop myself from blogging. I can't stop myself from trying to write most of my thoughts here, and gossip here and reflect here and complain here. It is SO convenient.

So there's only 1 person who tagged that this layout is nice. But there were a few who tagged in Blogskins instead. One of them seems to know me, said like "Nadiah from NP right?" Who IS she? She knows me? Ok so maybe she could have found out from the layouts I made, but she sounded like she knows me. I'd love to know who she is.

In school today, there were 3 lectures in a row. No breaks, as in no official breaks. 3 straight hours of lecture in the same lecture theatre. The person who controls the air-con must think we're some seafood that needs to be frozen. It was freezing! I almost expected to see vapour flowing out of my mouth. But you know, I succeeded in staying in that theatre for the whole 3 hours without leaving the theatre. I'd thought it out that morning to wear something more. And I did. Long sleeved top and long sleeved jacket. In Singapore, hardly anybody wear like this. But it wasn't too bad.

Oh! And Tini got a call from KKH. She got an interview for the sponsorship!! She was so excited that SHE sounded like a kettle boiling. I was happy for her and wanted to "kettle-boiling" with her, only we were in the lecture hall, while lecture was taking place. I hope she gets the sponsorship, then we'll work together!

I was gonna talk about boys again. Had it all typed out. But then, I changed my mind. Come ON, Nad! Stop thinking about guys. Let fate take it's course, ok! Stop being so bloody pathetic. Concentrate on your studies! But of course, if anyone is interested in me I'm not gonna ignore that. So people out there, if you like me, tell me. Hahaha. Oh my God. Now I'm chastising myself, 'talking', 'scolding' to myself. I'm going insane! Wait. It's actually normal to sometimes chastise, talk, scold yourself. Everyone does that. But it feels like I'm 2 persons in me. It's driving me crazy. Do you know I sometimes talk to myself in the mirror? Like I'm 1 person, and my reflection is another me. And I'm like changing expressions trying to act like each persons.

I should shut up. What is WRONG with me. I think I'm sick. Sick in the head!

Oh and my mum's started reading books by Sophie Kinsella. I introduced Sophie to mum. Urged and persuaded her to read Kinsella's books. She first read "Domestic Goddess". I guess she loved it cuz she asked me for another book by Kinsella which she knows I own, which was called "Can You Keep A Secret?" It was a Christmas gift from dear James. All the way from England! So cool! I have something from England! First hand! From someone from England. I should stop repeating England. Anyway, yea. The book is immaculate, impeccably clean, spotless, free from stain or blemish, pure, free from fault or error and having no markings. Definition thanks to dictionary.com. It looks brand new. You'd think I just bought it a minute ago. Well, the book was special, wrapped it in clear cover and everything. So I was all the way warning my mum not to destroy it. Worry some times. She just gave it back to me today. I checked the book like a goldsmith, checking for anything. My mum rolled her eyes. She knows the book's special. Besides, she never destroys books. I take after her. Neat, clean and organized. I hate books that looks like it's been folded everywhere or looked like it's been in the washing machine.

Anyway, she loved it, again. And is now looking for Kinsella's Shopaholic series.

You were on my mind most of the time.