4 months to go.

And I will be a doctor.

I am scared.

I am quite comfortable hiding underneath the big doctors' wings.

It's time to come out soon.

I still can't fly. But I thought I can.

Simple mistakes can lead to big troubles,

for a person like me who has butter-fingers,

it's NO GOOD at all.

NO GOOD.

My life is at stake, (whisper) so are the patients'.


Let's start learning now by stop dropping bits and pieces along the way when I walk, shall I?

Oh by the way, I found my IPOD. I left it in Ninja's car.

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