A studnet's life.
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Being on course brings back the old feelings of being a student.
It's like back to school all over again, just that this time you feel that you gotta be more responsible since someone is actually paying you to go through it.
We start at 10, well about 10.30am every morning, and then we have our breaks and then we leave at 4-ish. It's pretty much school timing i've got there. And then after class you don't stress about what's going to happen the next day because you know its the same thing all over again. Man, this feeling rocks. haha. I could be in school forever.
But oh wells, its my last week of "school". Five more days of being able to see daylight when i leave the office.
Anyway, today's sunday and mom cooked fish porridge for lunch. I ain't exactly a fan and wasn't too thrilled when she first told me the lunch menu. But when i saw the bowl of hot boiling rice, i had this weird sappy feel of a mom's love. All the tiny ingredients, carefully chopped up, the broth broiled for god knows how long and then the fresh fish slices she went to the market for in the morning.
I must say, that was the best bowl of fish porridge i ever had.
And then the nephew came home tonight. Was crying and crying and crying and for once i felt he wasn't that cute. Haha. I am so not good with this patience thing. I have no patience, for people, for children and especially for crying babies. So whoever's gonna marry me..hmm..haha. you prob gotta be the one hushing the wailing infant.
Alrighty, shall go do some reading and then its zzz time before class tmr. :)
posted by alienresident at
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There's no reason to feel bad
But there are many reasons to feel glad, sad, mad
Its just a bunch of feelings that we have to hold
But i am here to help you with the load.
Wow look at you now
Flowers in the window
It's such a lovely day
And i am glad that you feel the same
Cause to stand up i'm in the crowd
You're one in a million
And i love you so, so lets watch the flowers grow.
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