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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

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v Friday, June 10, 2005 v

I got rejected my NUS dentistry. I think it's because I was so fucked up during the interview, not answering the questions directly. I think I let my nerves affect me too much. I guess this karma is for me being bitchy for a quite a while.

I think I'll really have to consider being a pharmacist although my heart is so so so heavy. No Dr. Aliya Omar for me. :( Pharmacy is just so... insipid sounding. it doesn't ignite passion or interest like dnetistry does. even medicine doesn't have the same effect.

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 9:38 pm [+]
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