Wednesday, May 25, 2005


Oh where o where did my zeal go to?
I tried talking to my inner self... but my physical self just wouldnt succumb.
All day long i laid on my bed with the nagging issues at the back of my head.
Wanna sneak into my humdrum life? And when i say it is, you better well take it.

Woke at 12pm since the technicians came to fix the new air-conditioner SIS bought. {mental note- to be tested tonight}
12-130: Watch the stinky men fix it ensuring they do NOT touch {read: contaminate} anything
130-300: Deciding if i should go for lunch while yanking away online n checking out some photos 330-440: Lunch and bought gauze to brush Twig's teeth
440-740: Cleaned up my table and drawers while shutting myself from the ever so shitty world
740-90: Dinner with Dad... and showed him the new air-con. He seemed very excited abt his new toy so that's good.
900-10: Read the papers/ bathed/ fed twiggy/ do Twiggy's dishes
10-1100: the beautiful fiesta show {Denise Keller} and talking to Twiggy
1100-1130: Talking to Jon.

I feel my thirst wearing thin... i could almost see my hand grasping in mid air in vain.

Urghhh.... am i stupid or what?
Stepped into the damn polyclinic for the an embarrassment.
Who else could i blame but myself?
There were indeed people to be blamed!
The receptonists and that shit-ass doctor.
Mr doctor handed me my medical card with encrypted slips, told me to make payment and collect medication downstairs.
So i wandered into the waiting area n waited for a good 45 minute. The registration numbers passed me by n i grew impatient.
So i politely told the dirty nurse "Sorry... but could you check if i have missed my number?"
"You've been waiting? You have to PUT it in that box"
And then my number flashed before me and instructed to make paymnt.
so i did... then the bitch told me "go straight and WAKE for your NUMBLE"
Look, i confirmed "Walk straight and wait?" since i didnt see anyone ahead.
Shit-ass got a bit peeved and proceeded with the next patient, just throwing back an evasive "yes"
FINE!
So i walked straight {as instructed} and found myself outside the polyclinic n into the community centre or whatever it is.
At this time, i decided to save my pride and let my instincts guide me.
So i went back and waited with the COMMONERS {patients}. Many of which were irritating red babies. why do people even bring these vulnerable things to the polyclinic? Arent' they afraid?
lo and behold,
my number was called.
Whatever la... i give up man.

I hate the polyclinics. So confusing... and time-consuming.... and i thoguht time was all i had to give.

Urghhh!!!

A pimple that graduated into a coagulated lump
A mosquito bite that graduated into an odd red patch
A cut caused by abrasion graduated into a red deformity.

What's wrong with my skin?
Seriously if they happen to be stubborn scars, i will go for a plastic surgery.
Im deformed! And i CANNOT accept that!
It will slowly eat into my emotional well-being if this goes on.
Where will my days in shorts go to?

Now my inclination to purple seems so apparent.

Your Aura is Purple

Your Personality: You're a dreamer and visionary. You believe you were put on this earth to do something great.

You in Love: You're very passionate but often too busy for love. You need a man who sees your vision and adopts it as his own.

Your Career: You need a job that helps you make a difference. You have a bright future as a guru, politician, teacher, or musician.
What Color Is Your Aura? Take This Quiz :-)
Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.


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i tried not to think of it
i tried to control my tears
but every night i lie awake
on this pain-stained pillow

yes, my dear
but still i cry