Family
On Twenty.
Twenty is a huge number. I mean, ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE… TEN… TWENTY. Do you see how enormous even in pronouncing the first syllable of the word? Like TWEENNNN… UGGhhh! Then I choked. And I will need walking stick, hearing aid, and be eligible for the RESERVED SEATS on the train. I turned twenty. [...]
People loves the love to lie.
I don’t actually know how or where to start this entry, but I just felt like typing away. The last couple of days was a flash. Like it was Sunday and after a flash of thunderbolt, it was suddenly Thursday. I was at the hospital again today for my granny’s renal appointment for her tad-bit [...]
Back to campus!
I am beginning to dislike this. I was back at campus today for 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. lecture that would lead us to an IBM Certification touted to costs some USD200. That dude from IBM was using a clip-on microphone to the collar and it helped oh-so to his pathetic volume. HE WAS LIKE [...]
I could draw blueprint if you ever need it.
Guess how I spent my the first day of this week? I left home at 11 a.m. to Singapore General Hospital’s Emergency Room, and came back home close to 11 p.m. from the same place. I am talking about 12 hours of waiting around the department of emergency medicine. ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX [...]
My dad and I, we are strangers.
Giordano’s previous campaign on a World Without Strangers would never worked out. My father and I already is. I seldom write about the family because it is simply dysfunctional and there is nothing particularly interesting to share about. But I would sometime come out of my cocoon to write because I felt that it is [...]
This is how particular I am towards customer service.
My grandmother was admitted into the Accident & Emergency Department in Singapore General Hospital again this afternoon because of her knee. My letter below basically sums up my experience in the hospital. Mr. Lim, Jun Jie 310 Tampines Street 99 Unit #90 – 134 Singapore 530119 5 September 2009 Singapore General Hospital Quality Service Department [...]
The beacon lights meant, fuck off the road.
My brother walked into my room late evening and the drama got started. It turns out that the granny knee isn’t cooperating and she was yelping in pain. Since the dad wasn’t at home with his car, I called 1777 because her knee wasn’t that life threatening after all. Then the operator told me to [...]
Every men can be sons, but not all can be dads.
Like seriously, you’re a burden, you’re a pain. Each time my voice is raised, it is another stone paving a treacherous path to the other side of giving up. The pathway completes when you lose it, and you don’t feel any loss, any regrets, any ounce of tears, any faintest hopes you held and had [...]
Keeping in a bottle.
I am losing touch with reading and writing. I couldn’t remember the last time I did some serious reading or for the matter, writing. I reserved the Sunday for myself because I thought I would muster enough determination to work on my project, but instead, wasting it away doing nothing. For the past one month, [...]
Something too soft about the apparent good facade.
At work recently, I was given seven staff profiles and based on all the checkboxes and some comments they had written, I had to come out with a short introductory biography about them. For seven total stranges. Some of them I do not even recall seeing in the office. Although I completed the task, I [...]
