thankyews

It’s been ages since I last viewed my friendster profile and I was astonished by the number of birthday wishes.

Blessed I am.

again, thanks everyone for making August a special one.

Like hello!

Just as how I enjoyed composing impromptu songs on the piano with Eugene, Godwin and Darul, being stationed at the BMI isn’t that bad after all. Just forget what I said in the previous entry. It’s just freaking cool. Maybe I’m fascinated with handling urine and stool samples – Like eew? Besides, it’s amusing seeing each and everyone of their unique expressions after reading out their results. Some of them even went to the extent of helping me writing down their height before coming to where I was stationed.

Like hello, I’ll help you do that.

Hoho, this semester break will be jam packed just as the previous.

No but yeah but no but yeah but no but yeah,
don’t give me evils!
Shut up!

Oh my god, I so can’t believe you just said that.

eh, I think I’m into this Vicky Pollard thingy again. It comes like there’s a particular season for it. Little Britain rock my arse yo!

Postman, not!

Saxophone section, thanks for the present and the hilarious one-of-a-kind card.

That being said,

To be a postman is not only what I don’t dream of becoming, I’m not even capable of doing it properly. I can’t imagine that everyday they, the postmen, face dull-silver-looking boxes which would be filled with letters, junk or not. I was a postman, just for an hour, with somewhat less a vehicle distributing Dayspring Wellness brochures.

Postman for me? NOT!

and work seems fine today but tomorrow will be hell lot of difference because I will be stationed at the height and weight measurement.GAHHHH!

Handy towel on the one-eighteen

I had to bring a towel, I just felt it.

 

 

3 adjectives to describe my 18th year of my existence.
Smelly, exhausting and painful.

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Just why?

 

 

I’ve been chased, floured, punched, curried, bullied and pinched.

 

It all started when I was feeling a bit left out for no reason. Most of them were like going their own way. After which, I saw orange stuffs in plastic bags on SJ’s hands and I wondered if that thing has got something to do with me.

 

I was predicting if I had to eat them. Like no way! In the end, I was wrong.

 

The chasing started as I stepped foot outside TRCC. With SJ and Sadiq (like wow!) chasing behind me, we were like cats and dogs. Steps of stairs hindered me from escaping from my fate and that’s when I was hit with the first plastic of curry concoction. Soon after, Sadiq punched me like as if he was venting all his anger on me. Like hello? Yea, then everyone started running here and there yelling and wailing like as if something big had happened. Sadiq punched me again, this time right on my back. That was the most fucking painful smack ever since 12.

 

With my handy towel at my dispense, at least I can clean myself. I’ve no freaking idea how am I gonna get cleaned if I hadn’t had the instinct to bring a towel. That being said, I still smell of curry and that’s when everyone started associating me with banglas, apu neh neh and whatever racist nouns they can think off. Sheesh!

 

anyway, I can’t afford to blog every single detail because I got to work tomorrow and I had had yet to iron my attire and most importantly sleep!

 

Thanks for those who contributed to my present and whoever that was involved in the organisation and the participation of the bash. The biggest thank you for those who greeted me happy birthday. They’re priceless.

 

 

 

 

 

Long

Today’s day out wasn’t short as I think it would turn out to be.

Interview was humorous. Especially when Junhao was doing a demonstration of the blood pressure. He was doing the steps correctly despite some hiccups (first time thingy) but he totally screwed up the last part, entertainingly, where he was supposed to notify the patient (Hirda) of her blood pressure results.

Junhao: 90 for diastolic means you’re normal but 90 above you’re abnormal.
Woah, the minute he said abnormal, everybody in the room burst in laughter. He even added “that’s what my doctor said,” when we laughed.
Terry: that was freaking rude la.

After which, Terry had to rush off to meet Jieying at Esplanade to look at scores for ‘the’ band while Vanessa, Hirda, Junhao and I went to Bugis Junction to eat our long awaited dinner – at Pastamania! A lot random things happened which made me lost appetite but it was all fun. What was even funner was when we played the odd game in the train on the way home.

Hoho! now that I’m comfortably at home, I can look at more movies! CPC must be enjoying the movie that I sent her.

Psssst CPC, don’t get horny.