YOU, ME. HANDCUFFS & WHIPPED CREAM. ANY QUESTIONS?
3 December 2007
Windy Monday (31 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2210 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 伤心地铁 by李宗盛
Mood: *Another Day in here…*
I’m sick.
No, not sick of you, just sick. Ate something wrong perhaps. Now tummy feels damn weird & queasy. Oh drats. And to make matter worst, I think I can’t tahan the air quality here, my nose has been itchy and sneezing since I am back. Fuck…
Oh yes, to test my hypothesis on our mighty public health system; I made an appointment for a hair specialist over at National Skin Center last week. Firstly I made an online appointment and even call back to confirm the date 2 days after. No such luck, receptionist say not in system, meaning too bad SUCKER! Ok, there goes one point. Proceed to request another day and got it today at 1750hrs. WONDERFUL, in the evening somemore… Its Ok, still cool. Waited for ½ hr, diagnose, chit chat a bit and get my medicine (some hair spray), the damage was S$200 bucks. Nothing morally wrong or right here… Some people can argue it is a cosmetic needs (whoever say hair loss is fatal?) and it is part of the vanity process but it got me thinking, so if you are poor and losing hair how? Life is tough, too bad for you. Yup, that’s the way it is over here.
On a lighter note, I am meeting NT tomorrow. I know I know… According to Nyo; 有时候，应该有决定放弃的智慧，男人的青春也是有限的. Yes, but you see, Bird just cannot resist the temptation. My flesh is weak and after I got dump (which is very soon and likely) then I shall come pouring out my sorrow here. Yup, that’s my life. It is a vicious cycle and I am living it happily. Ah, blind ignorance is bliss while stupidity is lagi more blessed. So let me at least filled myself with such euphoric-ism, in case I might not be able to feel it for another long time. Then after all these intense happiness, I get to crash real hard. I am seriously sick… But usually my best post is when I am fucking crushed and near shit bottom depression. I am seriously fucked…
Moving on, last night popped over to Han & Nicole’s Home. Ah, Nice place dudes and a very nice Christmas tree… when is that WHITE Christmas party?
Imaginary Dialogue: Over at a bar…
Bird: I wana get a tattoo
Han: Err, why?
Bird: Cos Chicks Dig dangerous Guys… And Dangerous Guys have tattoo…
Han: Don’t think you need any help convincing girls that you are unsafe
Windy Monday (31 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2210 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 伤心地铁 by李宗盛
Mood: *Another Day in here…*
I’m sick.
No, not sick of you, just sick. Ate something wrong perhaps. Now tummy feels damn weird & queasy. Oh drats. And to make matter worst, I think I can’t tahan the air quality here, my nose has been itchy and sneezing since I am back. Fuck…
Oh yes, to test my hypothesis on our mighty public health system; I made an appointment for a hair specialist over at National Skin Center last week. Firstly I made an online appointment and even call back to confirm the date 2 days after. No such luck, receptionist say not in system, meaning too bad SUCKER! Ok, there goes one point. Proceed to request another day and got it today at 1750hrs. WONDERFUL, in the evening somemore… Its Ok, still cool. Waited for ½ hr, diagnose, chit chat a bit and get my medicine (some hair spray), the damage was S$200 bucks. Nothing morally wrong or right here… Some people can argue it is a cosmetic needs (whoever say hair loss is fatal?) and it is part of the vanity process but it got me thinking, so if you are poor and losing hair how? Life is tough, too bad for you. Yup, that’s the way it is over here.
On a lighter note, I am meeting NT tomorrow. I know I know… According to Nyo; 有时候，应该有决定放弃的智慧，男人的青春也是有限的. Yes, but you see, Bird just cannot resist the temptation. My flesh is weak and after I got dump (which is very soon and likely) then I shall come pouring out my sorrow here. Yup, that’s my life. It is a vicious cycle and I am living it happily. Ah, blind ignorance is bliss while stupidity is lagi more blessed. So let me at least filled myself with such euphoric-ism, in case I might not be able to feel it for another long time. Then after all these intense happiness, I get to crash real hard. I am seriously sick… But usually my best post is when I am fucking crushed and near shit bottom depression. I am seriously fucked…
Moving on, last night popped over to Han & Nicole’s Home. Ah, Nice place dudes and a very nice Christmas tree… when is that WHITE Christmas party?
Imaginary Dialogue: Over at a bar…
Bird: I wana get a tattoo
Han: Err, why?
Bird: Cos Chicks Dig dangerous Guys… And Dangerous Guys have tattoo…
Han: Don’t think you need any help convincing girls that you are unsafe
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