okay, went to doctor, not of my own will. but the bugging bacteria inside me is gonna dominate and ruin my body anytime then. realising the gravity of the situation, and by force through some unknown source, you brought me there where i found myself stepping into the clinic to get myself registered. it's no polyclinic where consultation costs a mere $4, but a HDB site clinic, under-the-blocks, medical fees summing up an extravagrant $30. pretty cramped and barely enough space for 2 people to walk in side by side, and the thought of the menacing pharmacist makes my hair stand and triggers goosebumps to appear.
as i stepped in, a lady-- not very ladylike-- whined and started to talk in crude dialects. she kept on ranting, creating a scene and i gave her a disgusted look throughout the process of me getting registered. to further irritate me, she actually scrutinized my facial features and upon seeing my distorted expression, she immediately diagnosed that i was having difficulties in sleeping and told me, " there's no more sleeping pills." i was f***ing frustrated as she was the cause of my disgust look, and misinterpretated it as "another case of lack-of-sleep patient"
i swear my condition worsened by two folds hearing her statement. *coughs!**coughs!**coughs!* *coughs!*
so stupid idiot took a step forward and explained i wasn't feeling well ( not feeling well indeed ! all because of u ! Woman ! your IQ super low ! ) . and he giggled at the incident. wholesomely Sadistic !!!
{ go to hell } 1:48 PM
!about me
name:apple mei
wishlist birthday's on 21st oct..thanks people..*smirks*
l.MP3--at least 4gb and no CREATIVE please
2.a brand new wardrobe( packed with new clothes)
3.wait till i think of stuff
lastly, a stupid idiot 24 hours available for me...
i live in my lackadaisical world i call my own
but only to be tied down by shackles of education which obviously suck big time
living with complexities of life which cannot be revealed and told openly
living in self denial and drowned in my everyday lies
unhealthy living dead i call myself
i just want a simple life with a boyfriend
the desire for a simple want purely makes my life difficult to those who knows my secret
with that i rather live life a living dead.
i no longer reveal the zany side of me
maybe i lost it along the way
on my pilgrimage to maturity
i yearn for someone to open the door
one of where i came from
to find bliss once again
out in the open lawn