I am pissed. Its my fucking money so its my fucking problem. Don’t talk to me about money management. I have enough of that shit and I’m old enough to manage my own fucking expenses. I’m not shit ass broke. Its my fucking money so I shall bear with whatever consequences that comes with it and its my fucking problem if I want to blow it on something that I want. That sarcastic remark was really uncalled for. Thanks for ruining my fucking day.
Keep clear.
This past couple of weeks have been pretty much the same. Lets see, I got posted to sengkang station, attended to a road traffic accident case, 2 collapse case, did CPR on a real person, felt the skin of a dead person blablabla but for some reason, I can’t help it but to feel that I’m missing something. I don’t know what it is exactly but I can safely say its not a person. I miss doing something but I don’t know what. Maybe its the lack of sleep. Maybe mmmmmmmmm.
MY NOTEBOOK IS ALIVE! It was pretty much dead a few hours ago. It refused to boot due to ‘graphic card error’ so I wrapped it in a blanket (yet I did that) for a couple of hours, turned it on again and there you have it! OMG IT WORKS!
