More like hungerness. Eh. Hungerness kepe. HUNGER LA DEY. ENGLISH FAIL. Whatev. Now that EXAMS ARE OVERRRRRRRRR I actually have time to READ/SHOOT/READ/JOURNAL/JOURNAL/SHOOT/SHOOT/SHOOT/SHOOT/HAVE A LIFE/HAHAHHA.

&do lots of catching up with you=)

Especially you.

*aherm*Nabila Huba*aherm*

Oh yea. Attachment. HAHAHAH.

Balls.

Time now: 2:15am. I am hungry as balls.

I’m serious when I’m hungry. Only Atiah understands =( UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE…

Clap back says:
no food?

cancer in ur bag too says:
none=(

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so sad
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want some? yummy

cancer in ur bag too says:
yer
cancer in ur bag too says:
thru email

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no
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sms

cancer in ur bag too says:
ok thanks ur the best

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ahha
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eh…im goin to bed..haha…ngantuk
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u?

cancer in ur bag too says:
ok lor
cancer in ur bag too says:
dah full tidor uh tu
cancer in ur bag too says:
baek

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ahhaaa
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wait
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burpppppppppp

cancer in ur bag too says:
bastard

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hahahaha

cancer in ur bag too says:
bla uh

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ahhaa
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kesiannye
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jangan marah

cancer in ur bag too says:
tak
cancer in ur bag too says:
seronok

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hahahaa
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ok la, lala
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im goin off..

cancer in ur bag too says:
mm

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when u slp..ull be dreaming abt food…

cancer in ur bag too says:
eh dah la
cancer in ur bag too says:
nthg nice to say dont say la!!! :@

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hahaa
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gd nite …SWEET,sour, spicy dreams

cancer in ur bag too says:
DICKY:@

haha I know..proper updates mana da???????SOOOOOOON K. +NEVER BEFORE SEEN PICTURES. Macam paham. nah, it’s just gunna be me &dem words.

ok fine, SOME pictures la=) Watch out for this space.

Wtf.

Primary health care is *deep breath*an essential part of health care based on practical, scientifically sound, socially accepted methods &technology made universally accessible to individuals and families in the community through their full participation

there’s more.

..and at a cost that the community can afford to maintain at every stage of their development..

Belom lagi, dok

..in the spirit of self-determination.

Wtf.

Mother of all long winded definition.

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Must kick last paper’s ass. Can kick last paper’s ass. So what if I had slept from 12noon to 6pm after today’s paper, instead of mugging like I should? A zombie is more rested than I was this morning.

Explains the migraine.

Seriously, what could be worst than today’s HS3106 paper?

₪ ʼnưřōǿĿ ♥ says:
WOO HOOOOO LELAA RAWKS MY BALLS

cancer in my bag says:
gladly

₪ ʼnưřōǿĿ ♥ says:
HAHA
₪ ʼnưřōǿĿ ♥ says:
k dont make me go thr
₪ ʼnưřōǿĿ ♥ says:

cancer in my bag says:
HAHAHA

That’s odd..I could have sworn my notes made sense 2days ago.

Now it’s like latin to me.

No, it’s more like Hafiz-language. Ha-ha=)

Ohhhhhfuck it’s 10.30pm &I am not ready to sit for my paper tomorrow. I think I’m speaking for the rest of the final year nursing student population la eh.

I sent an SOS to Kim. She was kindar busy. “I sms you back later?” she said. So I said, “K sure, I’ll compose myself in a mean time.” Flipped my phone shut. Still awright, even though I had accidentally sandwiched my finger in the process. It hurt. But still awright. Returned to my notes. Still ok. Read the first few lines.

Ah fuck.

“EH WHY YOU BANGING YOUR HEAD AGAINST THE COMPUTER SCREEN LIKE THAT!” my sister shouted.

If you’re screwed &you know it clap your hands.

Wow I am so positive =)

ajim… “wat if…” says:
how r u

cancer in my bag says:
shld i lie
cancer in my bag says:
ah wth
cancer in my bag says:
im awright
cancer in my bag says:
tengah exam period sooo paham2 la what i meant by ‘awright’

ajim… “wat if…” says:
hehe

cancer in my bag says:
ur understanding overwhelms me, Imran

Hi. I am losing it.

I need proper meals la. I’ve been living of Uncle Toby’s muesli bars(God bless Uncle T) &occasional red apples(to substitute the chips..healthier choice! no, I’m just too lazy to go down &buy chips). Now sudden cravings for murtabak daging.

&friends

&a tea latte with double vanilla.

Or that barrista who made my tea latte with double vanilla.

“Took you forever to order!” my cousin said, annoyed. “What were you both talking about!”

“No, nothing.” *Sheepish* “She’s sooooo nice.” *Wistful, rather than lustful.

My cousin &I both looked at the lady.

“&so pregnant…” *The-hell-Lela? face.

“It’s true they say, pregnant women have this glow…”

Yea k so I had a regular tea latte with double vanilla from coffee beans. Then a large caramel frappe from starbucks(or Venti, whatever, large sounds fine to me). Back to back.

Now withdrawal symptoms at its mightiiest. Not to mention. A ‘hangover’ this morning. Caffeine makes you high, but it’s short term. I read it somewhere…alamak, sleeper effect.

Dude, I slept on the table, drooled on my notes. Had black inks on my arms &face. Not even 2hours into studying. Then I regained consciousness at 3, with cravings for murtabak daging.

Murtabak.
Muesli bars.
Management for cervical injury.
Madness.

When I found out from Zaffy that Oncology lecturer didn’t give any hints for exams &was reminded that during her consolidation (more like some damn lame quiz), I wasn’t paying any attention not because I was sleepy or tired, but because I chose not to, I returned Zaf’s text message with a whole load of profanities. (Mouthful!) Zaf’s reply in a form of a profound albeit obvious observation:

"Nursing makes us vulgar."

I texted back furiously:

"Totally. We came in with good intentions, come out like ready to start WW3."

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Any idea how FRUSTRATING it is trying to find a nice place to study? Hor, Dicky? Brr.

“How come I see a pattern here..feels like we had this conversation before.. Oh yes because I never seem to learn &then go run to you when my heart kanna hurt.”

That’s What You Get - Paramore

No sir, well I don’t wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It’s your turn, so take a seat we’re settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?

I can’t decide
You have made it harder just to go on
And why, all the possibilities where I was wrong

That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
That’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.
I drowned out all my sense away with the sound of its beating.
And that’s what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.

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This song had been the soundtrack of the last few days in school. (However, we only sang that phrase cause that’s the only words that we know. Well, for the record, they sang those phrases quite a lot anyways!)

“That’s what you get when you let your heart win. WHOA. That’s what you get when you let your heart win, WHOA.”

“What do you get when you let your heart win?” Zaf had said at one point.

Without missing a beat, I said, “You become a loser like me.”

You know, sometimes the first words that come out of your mouth are really like straight from the heart? Sad.

My heart wins all the time.

Had always won all the time.

Well I’m sick of it. I’m finally telling me to fucking take a break :\

I’M GUNNA BE FREE. I’M GUNNA BE FREE. &boring. BUT IT’S BETTER THAN BEING LEFT HANGING ON A ROPE 10 FEET OF THE GROUND.

You’re thinking, eh wow what gives?

I’m thinking the same thing too. It’s like, after all that happened, the walls we climbed, the lines we crossed, the hurdles we..hurdled. BASICALLY THE HELL WE WENT THROUGH. &THEN THIS IS IT? In a middle of mugging for exams, had a little too much caffeine, too much thinking, then something STUPID had to happen, &then that’s it? I’m FINALLY telling myself: fuck it all? BYE BYE BYE?

Well. Precisely

Dude.what happened to you :\

Exams bring out the junkie in me. Bags of Lays, as in really..BAGS of lays. Pringles. Excessive caffeine. Late night meals. As in chicken curry &yesterday’s beef pizza. Excessive caffeine. Hershey’s chocolates. Some leftover goodies from Aisya Farid’s sister’s engagement last week. &durians Random sey, durian. But really.

I think I dislocated my finger. Middle finger some more. Yer. Ader gitu. But it hurts. The knuckle part. How to do exam like this!

First time my handwriting didn’t suck. First time I didn’t freak out after reading the SAQs. Hence the handwriting la. If they give extra marks for handwriting, swell

(A bit angry when I got to WeeED’s section..I mean I was cruising through Andy’s &then dang it. Killed my groove. But never mind. Made it through, didn’t I? Dare I say Clemau wasn’t disappointing:D.. Dude I was guffawing away.)

Anyone find the sports hall damn annoying. Cause it’s so silent, you can hear a hair drop. Then I got all self conscious..can the chick beside me hear the noise I’m making with all the too-eager shading I’m doing? Cause I sure can hear hers.

Kim gave me unnecessary stress prior the paper. First she mixed up the Kelley’s covariation theory for attribution. Kecoh, please. Then her seat number…… “467? Sure or not? I 417 lei.” Pointed to two tables to the left from my seat. I was like how can that be? Shouldn’t you be behind me? Since we’re, you know, same group &everything?!

“Oh salah! 471!”

Heh but it eliminated some nervous tension la

Can uh. If I don’t get at least a B, I will not be pleased. With myself, that is. Of course it’s not the markers’ fault, right? I’m sure Andy would never wanna intentionally fail us. Although we might have got one of his SAQ cocked up..out of point &everything.. Why set such ambiguous question. Straight to the point la. Like Clemau did:D.. &then we need to stop addressing Clemaus as Clemau already.

3more to go. CHIONG.