Malcolm Ball.
Honestly the only examiner I have met who didn't make me nervous.
Salut.
I have a strange feeling I might get merit, or even distinction this time.
Not getting hopes up though.
Going to work on 3 coming Saturdays at Klinik Kok USJ4. I'm afraid of screwing something up, I can't deal with the medicine fast enough and my mother keeps saying my hand-writing is fugly so I keep fumbling with my pen. There are going to be some shitty f***kers who don't give a dam that the clinic is understaffed and are fricking impatient to be served.
Damn prodigies.
Damn patriotism.
Damn ungrateful rich bastards.
Damn the fricking idiots who make other people rich and complain their whole fricking lives about being poor.
I feel like going on a ranting rampage.
But why bother with the human race?
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