*turn off the mixpod and play this
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today, sinmal casualty.
went to yishun mrt early.
as in very very.
spammed franz ferdinand and techno songs to waste time.
to be honest, i was kind of hypnotised.
couldn't notice people who came.
to sj hq,
i was ranting, or more of complaining
about how i was sick of going
to and fro the hq the same old path.
the same old pavement.
the same old crossing.
at sj hq
finally know who mrs lim is.
surprising.
and ooooh.
home nursing was kind of interesting.
but mainly boring.
i'm kind of glad ac/aa had to take LC instead of HN
i and the guys left the room.
some of us ranted about sa2.
bleh.
during that we see mrs lim coach/train the ambulance.
and some down-silent-time
i murmured some song.
out to lunch.
yadayada.
munch munch.
om nom nom.
chicken rice :D
"i hate the spicy"
"then don't put the chilli"
"but i like the chilli"
"then what if i make something like chilli which is not spicy?"
"then i don't like it, it's not chilli."
"then what if i make a chilli which is not spicy?"
"then it's not chilli either."
haha.
off to be casualty.
mrs lim was on her lighter moods.
did casualty sim on me, timothy and micheal.
interesting but abit boring eh?
i was unconscious with spinal injury/neck injury.
i basically took a nap.
woah,
none of them turned off the engine when i was in a car.
it was a traffic accident by the way.
fst forward...
sigh
fst forward...
sigh
went home.
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i'm a confused little sod.i can't bear this candy-sweet ending.
happiness may be an illusion we agreed on.
perhaps we wanted to fly away happy
but there is this flight confusion.
i don't want a angry refund.
i don't want a sad escape.
i want a true happy exit.