10 weeks gone.
14 more to go.
Soon we'll be the seniors. 2 more weeks before 15th's passing out parade. Then the kids from 17th will come in. And then there'll be no more people to look up to and ask for hints. Now we'll be the ones to give the hints. Heh.

The coming week will be an easy one. Medical week. Yay. So it kind of means that we'll just sit in the air-con rooms and listen to paramedics talking. Haha. And maybe just a few practicals here and there. Weehee. No sun above me. No firesuit. No running up the furnace. No fires. No sweat.
But come to think of it, it's been 3 full weeks since a BTM lesson. OBS, USAR, and now medical week. I'm sure to forget some parts of it.
Shit. Why am I complaining about no BTM here? Should be happy what. Heh.

Hmmm.. I like.

Ahhhh. The Battle For Middle Earth. Ahhhh.
Alarrr. I'm going back camp today. Tsk.

Joyeux anniversaire à moi.
Joyeux anniversaire à moi.
Joyeux anniversaire à le bel.
Joooooyeuxxxxx anniverrrrrsaireeeeee à moooiiiiiii.
*tape de tape de tape*
Merci tout le monde.


"She's gone away."