One Chicken Little disease down, 5 more torture papers to go... sigh...

Clinical Pathology on Thursday
Vet Public Health on next Monday
Dammit, so exhausted... 3 days of sleepless nights trying to cramp in stuff. 4th year really sucked
every RBCs and glucose in me.
Imagine having a 50 marks question asking "Describe the health hazards that animals can pose on
humans." And the tip is... there is seven or more of them. DAMn IT! It's too general and there's only 20
minutes to write it out! WarrrGGGHHH!!
FMD and Pseudorabies...here I come...
Oink oink disease on next Thursday
Resource Planning the next Monday
Epidemiology and Preventive medicine the next Thursday

I've exhausted all of my aaarrghhh... that in the end, all I can say is adui...
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One of the Saturdays during a mass in chapel, a childhood friend of mine suddenly asked,
"You still remember Sister Beatrice?"

How can I forget her? She was the nun who became my kindergarten teacher back in St. Teresa's kindy.

"I remembered how she use to bancuh milk for you, and I was like... what is this girl wan..Still drinking milk in school"

Yikes...And I don't remember anything about that, though I remembered during those 2 years in kindy, I was quite a sick kid always going in and out of the hospital being quite severely immune-suppressed and giving a hell of worry to my parents.

Sister Beatrice must have taken the whole load of burden off my parent's shoulders taking care of me during my kindy days that as I entered primary school onwards, I almost never missed a school day (occasionally with some fever la) until I finished secondary school. The one thing that still remind me of her is when one time I was dangerously tilting my chair on one leg and I fell backwards and banged my head on the floor, she came running from one end of the class and fussed over me (eventhough I didn't cry!) and the little blur pening-lalat me was like...huh? Why is my teacher so scared for me?.

And I still remembered the time when she gave me my first Rosary, a red one again. And at that moment I was silently saying to myself, I must keep it somewhere safe. But now I cannot find it anymore!

Now when I think back during that moments, she would have been proud to help bringing me to where I am now. A puny 6-year-old blur weak fragile blur still-milk-drinking girl, now an athletic soon-to-be-veterinarian (still puny) 23-year-old.

Need to make a point to see her when I go back to Kuching. I missed the old times so much that I cannot help looking back at all the hilarious and embarrassing school pics and the coretans in my autobiography book...

Sigh... all the nostalgic moments...