i cut my finger at work today...so scary cos my skin was like almost sliced off! like hanging there...luckily only one small piece...i was just too shocked and think i made a lot of noise? all my colleagues were like looking and even e edison look-alike saw from e photocopier...and he asked me what happened...gosh and i cldnt stop whining abt it when i came home...cant stand it...attention-seeking...and here i m whining abt it on my blog...hee, but this reminds of times when i was young. i cant rem exactly what sort of injuries we got but my older bro and i seemed to have loved using plasters a lot...for every single minor injury...so much so tt my mum called us walking advertisements for plasters...*haha...:p

yah and i haven submitted my uni application...cant decide if i shd submit e application for nyp...irritating...i will b really irritated if i dun get into arts n soc sci...

imagine, doing the work that i m doing for the next yr and more? i cant imagine it...i think my brain will go dead. feels kinda restrictive...i cant imagine how my colleagues have done it for yrs? is it only ambition on my part or simply e unrealistic dreams of youth? while contentment is good, i dun think i m so easily contented...i cant imagine being 30 and contented with sitting in an office all day long, taking home my salary each month...guess i m scared of becoming old? and of losing my drive? what if i become lazy and too comfortable to overcome the inertia of change?

*sigh...too many questions...

i just wish sph wld hurry up and give me a reply...