once i graduate, i will need to learn how to 避年 heh.

This year’s count:

0 — No. of people who asked me if i had a boyfriend (i suppose i don’t look like the type who can have a boyfriend… or they’re just waiting for me to graduate… which brings me back to point one)

0 — No. of times i felt suicidal (i’m going to get the self-proclaimed-saint who caused me all that unnecessary misery…)

1 — No. of people seeking advice on CAM (complementary and alternative medicine) -> who asked abt at least 3 items i dunno anything of.

2 — No. of people who showed me their medications (yay! i suppose no one wants to be reminded of being sick in the new year period!)

3 — No. of times i got asked which speciality i intend to go to (to which i gleefully answered psychiatry and threw in Woodbridge as my ideal working environment… and looked at their shell-shocked faces… muahahaha)

4 — No. of times i got asked which yr of school i’m at (they got tired of asking year after year after year… n i never seem to graduate)

5 — No. of times i got called or people taught they kids to call me auntie. FREAK! all those kids are learning how to talk now!

i suppose this year’s new year wasn’t all that bad… aside from the paltry amount received, the fact that my fave relatives weren’t around and the fact that i feel so old when i see all those babies popping out my cousins so fast you can’t even say ‘pseudohypoparathyroidism’! -_-

one day more before school starts again and i’m feeling so stressed so stressed so stressed…