i have freaking 8 more days left

these are my words that i've never said before i think i'm doing okay.

i almost had a breakdown when i read her msg long time ago.
it wore me out.


he was right.
he had calmed me down and has made me feel better.
he knows I had tried the best I could...
i should have just listen to him.
he analyse girl's behaviour; i noticed.
he knows my friends better than i do.
therefore i could always have him as my bestfriend.

i'm just glad.
i went through what she went through too...
and
she went through what i went through three...

This is what i called friendships versus influence.

i didn;t manage to update regularly as 64 was so hectic.
i just wanna hang myself
or maybe shoot myself.
i swear it'll be a curse if i ever get a job in 64.
oh my god
the busiest
and
freaking
unorganised
and
cranky
patients
you could find there.

patient w/ uraemia.hypoglycemia.
what do u think?
cranky.
mood swings.
madness.

it's much more painful than imh.
i just do not have that Patience and passion after my experience in 64.

I wonder about my life.
I lead a small life .
well...
valuable but small.

i do wanna take up my degree in aust.
save it.
i'll probably work in a hospital for maybe a min. of 4 yrs
am happy as an AN.
am happy w/ $1 300.

tomorrow i have to be out of bed at 05 00 in the morning.
school is sucha bitch.
why cant school be a walking distance from home.
damm.

well, it's bedtime.
i really do need eight or more hours of beauty sleep a night.

Never i wanna admit
but i miss her.
saw her in her car.
i had a feeling one day we'll meet
and
we'll
exchange smiles.

hopefully since i can have a good sleep tonight.
i'll hope to dream of 4 numbers.

ahaa.

ok,
done,
my bed.
my sleep.
I'm sure will do me some good.

My last week will be a busy .
However, that's another entry.

love
wa-T