so much hatred
I will not take a million of my pictures for friendster just because I know I don’t look good in photos and I am worse in person. But some, not really cute people still try to look good in friendster.. I wonder how many shots took them to have that pose. Or how long did they practice for that pose. Maybe more than million.
Looking good every time isn’t always a good thing. There is this saying that you can’t please everybody and neither do I. You may look good in a lot of your pictures, but if those pictures are taken most at a bird’s eye view or simply your doing that “pacute” pose again, believe me, it’s somewhat irritating. For me. I admit I do those pakwela pose I do or sometimes pacute like my primary photo in friendster but it took guts and fun to do it. Not just because I posed for intention: to look good and post it in friendster.
Big deal girlfriends. No one will ever take a look at your photos unless you’re that interesting to look at. Take my advice. I know the feeling. I’m not being Einstein here or whatever I’m just sort of being harsh, especially to you.
Change the hotness.
What made my temperature rise, meaning I became hot like I ever was, was this certain medical clerk student who unfortunately was so egoistic.
Imagine this: you’re on duty and here came a medical clerk who wants to donate blood. You have all the responsibility to take good care of the donors meaning you’ll be the one to take their body weight, you’ll interview them and other things an on duty should do. But this know it all clerk took his own weight, demanded his blood pressure to be repeated cause it was too high and displayed an undesirable expression while he was being interviewed. Wouldn’t you be pissed if you were the one on duty?! Well, I did.
Here doctor, extract your own blood and also don’t forget to bleed yourself. After bleeding yourself get the hell out of here. Get lost.
But he didn’t. He came in the next day with all his other bird friends. From there I proved that birds with the same feathers flock together.
Friendly advice to you and your other bird friends doctor: it is not because you’re a doctor you can be well respected. And to inform you, you’re not yet a registered doctor.
hachu!
Its hard when people around you misunderstands you, like every single scientific thing that you tell them is absurdity.
My mom used to sneeze at me. And last week,I was fed up. I asked her not to sneeze at me as I told her hundred and million times before. But my mom’s answer was: you are so conscious, here, iron your own uniform cause I might put germs on it. Great.
There came the old issue again. And she did it again. How can I be so pathetic?! Urgh!
During these yet again sad times, it must feel heaven to curse. But it must feel better when your friends are cursing with you. I feel well enough when im with my friends. Simple because im on my own mask, not on anyone else’s mask. With my friends, I can be so open that they can see my cry even at my happiest times. Now, I feel some urge to call them cause sooner or later I might burst and no on to fill me in. my system might break down any moment from now. I feel im drowning in alcohol, having to much nicotine inside me, I feel like im loosing my sanity… oh the drama. %$^&*@#!!!!
Someone made me forget my old sad story but that same someone started yet a new sad story.
Its all in me, yeah, were is your logic! Who do you need? (Nelly Fortado)
Am I really that hard to understand?...
culture shock!
The worst feeling must be the feeling of being watched, by some anonymous medical technology intern, as you collect your urine. It’s like hating your mom watch you pee, when all your pubs are growing bushier, but worse.
I’ve been observing 1st year students at the drug testing room fro the past 3 days but today was way different. The past 3 days’ style was to slightly open the restroom’s door for me to observe if the students were really collecting their urine. Today, my staff required me to open the door wider and to directly observe the students pee… and it spelled: take-a-look-at-me-as-i-take-off-my-panty-and-pee… my most awkward feeling ever… I felt I was a total tomboy then at the same time disgusted. Well, disgusted at first but felt sorry for the students afterwards. Most of them didn’t know what to do. They kept asking me how to collect it, how to do the pose, how to.. A lot of how to. And as what I have observed, they were really clueless, as if it’s their first time to use a toilet. A lot of them peed on the floor thus after a day of pain in the ass aromatic smell I command all of the students not to please pee on the floor but some still did… poor me…
The demand of toilet paper was high because their urine was in every side of the bottle though it really had no sides at all.. others had their period where they end up collecting their own menstrual blood. Some looked so blank sitting on the toilet for almost 10 minutes, concentrating, calling all the known powers just to help them pee.
Somebody help them… if only I can.. if only I can pee for all of them.. then I woudnt have to watch them all pee… its so fun to be a medical technologist… woooooah!!!
