I had a great time with farah the other day. We finally bought our uniforms, [eventho e auntie adamantly question as to how i can fit into an M size, blardy hell], we had a wonderful lunch which we both couldnt finish. uhuh. We even watched a movie, Detroit Metal City which was farkingly hiilllarious, i swear you guys should go watch it. Finally, we shopped a little bit for clothes and shoes before heading home.

On the train back, we had a conversation about us leaving the ward. and its kinda sad yet relief yet excited. The latter was because of us re-entering school again, despicte our rustic minds.

I seriously can't wait to enter school again, to learn something new. People kept asking me as to why I had chosen gerontology instead of the much wanted med-surg courses. I did ask myself the exact same thing. And i even asked myself whether I regretted my decision. And the answer is No. I'm not the type of person who regrets doing things cause i believe things happen for a reason no matter good or bad. And the reason I chose gerontology was because compared to med surg, i felt more passionate towards gerontology and people closest to me should know by now that i have a thang for old people. Not in the pervert way. Hah. So there. No regrets.

Speaking of school, i'm only half ready for it. Hopefully by the end of this coming week, all will be well. =]

i'll miss my ward. My batch. The babis. The people who makes my work better and fun-ner.

Gummy, lets plan the bbq reallll sooon... like a farewell parrty.