I finally quit my job on Sunday (spent twenty seconds contemplating the past tense of 'quit' and the next ten minutes googling the word for it - grammar fail).

Four good months, living the life of a receptionist.

I printed notes,
mailed letters,
bought chicken rice for my boss,
printed somemore,
kena-ed heart attacks from the p5s during classes I relieved,
got heart melts at the same p5s celebrating my birthday,
played Kart Rider with the sec 3s,
argued with the sec 4s,
ate prata with the sec 2s,
heard the p4s telling me, "You are the nicest teacher here."

and heard them ask me,

"Can you stay?"

I can't help but feel enveloped with a whole mug of contradicting emotions. The fact that I no longer have to panic at 2.25pm for work -having only woken up at 2.15pm- thrashes me with the same degree of relief and discomfort. To add on, the kids are so unbelievably sweet and I miss them already.

Shout out to the lovely students of successnat:
Your receptionist/april-july11 was a very happy one because of all of you. Thank you (:

- Sooching, pass the message yes (:

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Made sushi with Flockie this morning! Our sushi rice ended up as some sour porridge because this 5 star recipe said to add half a pot of vinegar+water yaosi!? We ended up having to fan the rice (yeah fan, like put it right in front of the fan) until it returns to solid state o.O

Other than that, our sushi making went well. We only made tuna sushi because both of us have no creativity and are both lazy to buy ingredients other than seaweed and a can of tuna hahaha.

No pictures because I'm a lazy blogger as well.

I then had my health check at UHC and it was relatively fun, albeit really slow. I put on 800 grams fml and the person recorded that I was 1.66m when the height meter displayed 1.61 so I really don't know what went wrong there.

Urine test was successful thank goodness. Somehow I couldn't help worrying that the pee would evaporate inside me and I would end up stuck inside the cubicle aiming at that dumb cup for an hour just to collect a few drops of my excreted liquid O: I even woke up specially at 7.30am, and at every 2 hour intervals, to drunk myself with water.

The only unfortunate result was at the final doctor's consultation. She told me there was a murmur (?!) between each of my heart beat which meant that there was a backflow in blood from my left heart ventricle to blahblahblah whatever I'm over bio thanks. I was going to tell her it was actually Voldemort murmuring but she didn't look like a HP fan oh well.

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As an ending note, I CUT HONEYPOT'S HAIR TODAY MUAHAHAHHAA. Not trim yes, cut. His punishment for stalking me outside Cold Storage this afternoon hmmph.

Tatas.