Now I can finally say that I'm done with my FYP. Evaluation with my supervisor just sucks. It was horrible. Bias. It was obvious enough. But whatever, who cares. If she thinks that we don't put in any effort at all, then so be it. I dun give a shit. And if she thinks that she really did an amazing job then fine, good for her then. Evaluation with Mr. Yap is better tho'. At least I was assured that I could pass. He wasn't critical at all which was good. All I'm asking for now is just a pass, not a distinction cos I know I'm not capable of gettin one unlike some individuals. I cannot be bothered to say more.

I was so demoralised that I just went along with Xin to donate blood. I didn't even realised that I was donating blood for real cos I was too bothered with my fyp. I would have told the nurse to take all my blood lah. But... it was a great experience. I actually felt good after donating blood. Hopefully, they can use my blood to save lives. Xin ended up with a bruise... poor girl. Sayang-sayang...

Tsk, but my arm is still feeling abit limpy. Talked to Chief again after a looooong 'ignorant' break. Oblivious of my existance? You tell me. Later today gonna go jamming with Yeat and Co. His birthday today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAN YEAT CHEONG!!! Gonna irritate him by going all ga-ga over Ah Tong. Hahaha. He's the cutest in the band. Haha. But Yeat, you're still oookkkkaayyyy lar. Gonna have soo much fun later. Think I will be joining them go shisha-ing too but no, I'm not gonna smoke it.

Oh yah. Chief has a hookah. Didn't know he shishas too till I saw that freaking half-naked pic of him smoking a hookah. Bleh.




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