Life's fantastic, it's all plastic

Mom and I just brought Toffee to the vet.

Her ligament snapped, so the doctor has to screw a hole in her bone,

and insert a fake ligament to be tied to her real one.

He should be doing so tomorrow.

Whenever I go to the vet's,

my passion for veterinary science would be at its highest.

Since I was Primary 2,

I've always wanted to be a vet.

The whole college course is on an average, 5 years.

And I'll have to go overseas.

I know Gee loves this idea, but I sorta want to stay in Singapore.

I'd rather, if I had a choice.

But what if,

what if I lose my interest halfway throughout the course?

What would I be, then?

All my life, I've only worked towards ONE goal.

If it's not suitable for me,

that's it.

I don't have a backup plan.

Moreover, I'll leave Yongyu, Sugar, and the rest of my family and friends behind.

Sugar will be 14 years old by the time i get back.

A dog doesn't live for too long.

Ugh, what's with this post anyway.