today i woke up with my hair still in mousse and hair spray (witch). ive been so tired last night that the last thing i was able to do was brush my teeth and wash my face *sucks*. crammed again, i felt the need to be productive even at its slightest sense. i arranged all my requirements, grouped them all, printed letters etc, and i noticed it's almost lunch time. good thing my ever loving dad volunteered to drive me to my 1st hospital stop (secret muna) to submit my application. But the long line to the cashier took more than 30 mins, after which, the application form was handed to me (by the not so accommodating secretary who address doctors as "miss" duh) and i have to fill it up yet, which took me another 25 mins. i dont know if it was all worth it. im not sure if i really like it there. looks like a busy, uncomfy place. anyways just for the sake of somehow accomplishing something today. another application tom. may God guide me...
things i could think of, happy, sad, or so-so...read my mind :D
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