STUPID POLYCLINIC

I HATE POLYCLINICS.

IT IS FUCKINGLY FUCKING FUCKED UP.

Can you imagine i waited 4 freaking hours today for my sis to see the bloody doctor, get an MC which is wrongly dated and collect medicine? We would have to wait at least 1 and a half more hours if she stayed to queue for a hospital appointment letter.

SINGAPORE TO BECOME A WORLD CLASS MEDICAL HUB?

PUI PUI PUI!!!!

It is ridiculous. Yes, it's cheap. Yes, it's a public clinic. But 4 hours to see a doctor and get flu medicine? I've never gone to a polyclinic and i swear i'll never step into one again. It's all fine and dandy that they let the elderly cut queue, but what happens if a hundred old people suddenly decide to visit the polyclinic. Does it mean i have to wait for DAYS?

They should seriously revamped their system of queues or at least, explain how it works so we can estimate the waiting time and go off somewhere else first, instead of waiting and feeling despair creeping over you as more and more elderly people cut your queue.

I just cannot, cannot understand how it is remotely possible to have to wait 4 hours.

All thanks to my mum too. Who insisted that my sis stay, since we've already waited for 2 hours, and the (STUPID) nurse said it's our turn next..... BUT NO... EDLERLY FIRST. Our turn next my head! I wanted to bring my sis out to a private clinic and volunteered to pay for it, but THE MOTHER launched into another of her famously annoying lengthy nagging and i had to let her have her way, to shut her up. And paid for my bad judgement later.

STUPID POLYCLINICS.

And to think i was looking forward to my day off, to get some rest, when all i did was to chauffeur people around and wait at the bloody polyclinic. Stupid parents stupid clinic.

STUPID POLYCLINIC!!!!!!!

Production Life

Kind of excited but dreading it at the same time! We're down to the last day of studio production and would be moving on to outdoor shoots starting from this Sunday till early March. Pretty excited as we'll be traveling around instead of just freezing our asses off in the Mediacorp studio. PLUS, Tim and i each have a cameo role in the sitcom and we are secretly delighted about it.

Doing that was the most exciting part of the day.

And i bet, for Tim too.

Occasional weird things we do, like drying a piece of baby clothing, wet with saliva, using a light.

And camwhoring, when we think no one's noticing.

The weeks spent so far in production has been quite enriching. Learnt a lot, seen a lot. People have been telling us about the FUCK UPS that can happen during production, and after seeing some myself..... any fucking thing that can go wrong, will indeed go wrong. Still, no idea if this is what i want to do for the future.

There are days when i get absolutely sick of work, then there are days where i loved it. Gene got the brunt of it though, with me whining to him almost everyday. He took it all without ever complaining, but i think he tuned out sometimes, which explains. Nonetheless, thank you dar and sorry if i was such a grouch.

Came back early with the intention to take a nap to recharge but ended up doing everything but that. Typical.

Freaking lame..

Fucking tired.

I have been working for four months and GOSH am i proud of myself, knowing my tendency to get sick of things easily. Haven't been blogging much since time is spent between working, sleeping and finding time to spend with family, friends and gene.

I feel so guilty about not seeing my parents and sis for such a long period. But I really can't help it. I've never been an early bird and i would have probably gone extremely broke if i don't stay at Gene's place. The amount of money i spend cabbing to and fro work is ridiculous. Imagine at least 10 bucks per day. If i cab from home, that'll be 30 bucks at least, per day. Jesus Christ! I usually wake up with enough time to say SHIT! and be out of the house in 10 minutes to cab to work. It's that bad. HORRIBLE. That's how the remaining of my life would be like, unless i live off my parents. Eeek!

Most of my female friends are preparing to enroll for universities and the guys are waiting to be enlisted. I do feel left out but that's how things are going to be. I've no idea what i want to study and hell am i not going to take a degree course for the sake of a fucking degree. My parents (read: my mum) has been going on about me not continuing with my studies and almost every single fucking person has been telling me that once i start working, i'll probably not want to study again.

IS IT A FORMULA I MUST FOLLOW?

Why must i study, then work? Why do you think that once i start working, i won't want to study? And why on earth are you there to judge me on that? Would it make a difference either way? As long as i'm happy, i'm doing what i love (which i'm still searching) and i'm earning enough to live comfortably, does it fucking matters?

And what makes people think that when i talk about my plans for the future, i'm asking for ADVICE, albeit unnecessary and mostly unappreciated advice?

It can be so frustrating, how people follow certain thinking. THINK OUT OF THE DAMN BOX, THINK OUT OF THE WAY. THINK! Most of the time when people say things, do they really think about it or are they simply prescribing to certain thinkings? Why must i be like everyone else? Why not everyone be like me? Why always a single solution to an open-ended question?

Why?

............

END. I'm going to sleep. Fucking tired and i have to work till Sunday. Fuck man.

HELLO!

I AM STILL ALIVE!

In case you're wondering, since i haven't been blogging......

Ugliest Fish Alive

UGLIEST FISH ALIVE!!

Happy CNY!

Happy Chinese New Year everyone!

New year's eve started on a delightful note, with an encounter with THE NEIGHBOUR. You see, The Neighbour moved in about half a year ago. I've been living at my current house since 6, and there was never any neighbour problems till THEY came along.

Pain in the ass, seriously.

My dad was burning incense paper outside our house and she walked across the lift landing, over to our side, and started bitching about how the incense smoke will make her clothes smell. HELLO? Unless you dry your clothes in the living room, if not, there is no way the smoke will reach the laundry area.

We could have burnt the paper downstairs, but it just irks me how she's complaining about us when EVERYONE ELSE is pissed at her.

Her kids run wild around the place and even downstairs, clad in pampers and nothing else. Not only do the stupid little bastard and the stupid little bitch take things from outside my house, they also play outside my house, always leaving things in disarray. The worst? Their fucking stupid litte boy fucking peed outside our door! Not just once! And the screaming and crying...

Her parenting is the worst i've ever seen. She doesn't ever supervises her kids. Her door is always wide opened and unlocked, and the only time when it's closed is because she locked her little boy outside the house for hours and he was screaming his head off, fucking little noisy bastard.

The list of their inconsiderate behaviour can beat any kid's letter to Santa. Like how they always blast music with their doors wide open late at night, for all to hear their terrible singing. Like how they throw every furniture by the side of the litter chute, when it would be considerate to put them downstairs and not block us from using the chute. And how they will also throw rubbish (they don't even bag the rubbish, imagine) at the chute area, and not IN the chute. How her kids always scare my cat...

It can go on forever.

It's amazing how RETARDED she is. Whatever came across to you that you have the right to complain when the rest of your neighbours are tolerating you, THE NUISANCE NEIGHBOUR? I should like just print a copy of this entry and paste it on her door.

Seriously man. Get a brain transplant moron.