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Saturday, August 02, 2008
it's been a long long long long time no? I've been on attachment for more than a month now. Let's just say, it's tiring having to wake up at 6 plus every morning, but for the first 5 weeks, i've kinda enjoyed myself even though i have made mistakes. now, i've shifted to another part of the department. here, i don't get to do much, so time passes more slowly. but i'm hanging in there.

things have become more difficult now. we've started MP and it's not easy thing. things are starting to due so there's lots of work to be done. but luckily i'm doing it in a group not individual like some of my poor poor friends. nevertheless, does not make things any less easier cos' we may just confuse each other. but still, i'm loving my group a lot. haha.

went back last friday for my first campus discussion and really felt out of place. i feel as though i don't belong there anymore. guess i got too used to my attachment place. har har.

still awaiting the day when i graduate. during SIP, i've got some ideas as to what i should do after i graduate. a degree is a must, i found that now. everyone there has a degree. so it's kinda scary. still, i shall hang around until i graduate.

2:29 PM




LOOKING AT THE RAINBOW
waiting for the next winter.
Me.