three down, two more to go!
hey hey, check out my new parted hair! it's right-parting, by the way. it's stupid i know but i cant help changing the partings of my hair!
IM BALDING LIKE SERIOUSLY. so yeahhs.
but that parting didnt last though, ahha. i returned to the old left-parted hair like it was three years ago. (:
..and remain feeling bald. PFFT.
ANYWAYS, bio was alright. okay maybe a notch below "alright". i feel so crappish. seriously.. (lela, prolly you'll get my full scope answer to your "nurool, how was bio?" question).
for the fact that i REMEMBERED what the components for Connective Tissue are, i still went blank. damnit. i hate it when i feel that ive tried to memorise but i just cant get them shit/fucks out of this brain!
i need brain juices refill! grr.
but whatever, it's OVER. and that means the torture of the hardest papers are DONE. THANK GOD. -phewws.
three down, two more to go. and im still clueless about what 1026& 1027 will be tested on. but hecks, ive got a feeling they'll test us on our 'referencing skills'. and yes, that's how retarded it is. i dont get it do you NEED to do referencing in the working force as a staff nurse? i'll go bonkos!
staff nurse nurool: 'according to martini f. h., you need to hold the bottle like this.. or else, according to julia f. guy, you'll go crazy!'..
damn, my workers are so going to be over me lah. RETARDS.
anyways, today i was pisssed thanks to the MOM. irgh i HATE it. she can really be a two-faced creature that IS SOOO.... (2()@!!@#!*@#*&@# (PISSING ME OFF!)
already im so tired and mentally drained, with all the torture that im facing day by day in the bloody exam hall, i seriously dont understand why she doesnt see that this exam is not like an everyday lecture or some place you go and not get brainfucked!
SHEEESH! ..why am i even DOING this?
i hate it. i hate hate it.
you guys should treasure your mom as long as your mom is NOT my mom. so TREASURE YOUR MOTHERS, assholes. im trying to.
..argh, she tthhuuucccckkk.
dreams are just dreams. unfortunately, dreams dont really come true. i wished it would, i wish things would conclude. in a way or another... it's just.. bothering me. pfft.
period.
`Bee.