its dead at night and i really ought to be sleeping but i just felt the cry of the keyboard calling out to me. the exams are FINALLY over and it felt like the A levels all over again. but on to more pressing matters, such as:



i think, therefore i am a lipid droplet.

yes.

a lipid droplet.


That's all for today.

Cheerios people and can someone tell me what a mistletoe looks like? oh speaking of which i had quite an interesting encounter with a sales assistant when he mistook a mistletoe for mee soto. umm.


i've been thinking of writing a book on cheesy pick up lines that WORK. you know, the really brilliant ones that people grimace at when they first hear it, but unbeknownst to them, subtly play at their heartstrings and reduce them to pools of soppy, hormonal cocktailees! (cocktailee: the recipient of a cocktail, just like how a coffee is the person at the receiving end of a cough).

sweet.

i apologize for the melancholic mood of my previous posts. i allowed myself to get sucked into the abyss of morbid depression due to some conflict of interest within me that was really rattling my bones. but thanks to a few very special friends and their prayers i have renewed hope that this problem may soon pass, and that i might grow stronger in my resolve to be a doctor in the years to come.

and a big thank you to my fleet-footed friend who prances and prays with equal vigor and zeal, and the friend who paints and prays with equal zest and appeal, for being such pillars of strength in a world where we seem to lose ourselves ever so often.