yes people.
i know you cant believe your eyes.
but its true.
what you are reading right now is not an illusion.
its an official update from sara herself.
haha.
god.
and i've finally been able to muster up enough
determination to actually go online, much less actually
bothering to sign into my blogger account and blog.
oh wells.
just incase you were curious as to my whereabouts for
the past weeks.
well.
i've been in school.
spending my "supposed to be holidays" roughing it out in school.
one whole nasty week.
busting out my brains.
and i survived it.
the bloody case studies and the endless chapters.
6 months worth of information,
covered in 1 week.
not that i can vouch that it will stick though.
no promises.
and so.
it was grace's birthday yesterday.
since you all should all know
that i'm not a photograph person.
you can go along to either, connie's vann's or sk's blog to get all the visual information.
while,
i will do my best to feed you all the important bits.
we met early in town.
around say 11 plus?
yupp.
and did the usual thing.
k box.
its been ages since i've held a mike in my handss.
and i really enjoyed myself, wailing my heart out.
jay chou songs are the best kind of stress relieve.
did some duets with grace yow.
and sk.
haha.
and made some failure attempts at harmonizing.
haha.
grace strolled in like half an hour after we arrived,
and she deserved an award for her "oh my gawd, its a suprise!" acting skills.
you see.
only a real idiot would be clueless.
unsure whether we were done with the candles,
vann and sk just stood there,
about like 5 metres from the door,
with grace right beside them.
giving each other "meaningful looks".
haha.
and obviously grace got the idea that something was up.
yes i have to give it to her,
she deserves an award for the look of astonishment on her face.
haha.
it would almost be convincing if we didnt already know
that our whole surprise thing was kinda unconvincing.
hahaha.
anyways.
we had a blast as usual.
singing our hearts out.
after that.
we made out way to tanah merah for the bbq.
while ryl and vann "had to leave for jap class".
which was in fact a foil.
they left for ikea to
pick up like
3 hundred candles instead.
it was really the highlight of the evening.
sk and i left in the midst of all the
greasy finger licking, chicken wing prying, satay turning
to meet vann and ryl.
who were pitifully lugging 3 bags of candles.
we found a dark secluded spot at a corner of the
rooftop tennis court.
and began the meticulous process of arranging candles
to form words.
it took quite awhile.
and quite a number of burns and pricks
(ryl n i were digging around the bushes looking for twigs to light the candles, unaware that the bouganvilla plants were fucking thorny. FUCKING.)
anyway.
when we were finally done.
sk and i went off in search of grace and connie.
it was really funny.
grace's initial reaction to the candles.
as we walked put of the lift and as
the insuspecting grace caught a glimpse
all the lit candles she went:
"Eh, eh. i think some people are having a celebration leh. We better not disturb."
Having trouble believing her gulibilty, we just ignored her and continued
walking down the isle of candles.
and still she went again, her footsteps hesitating.
"Eh. really eh. We better go la."
hahaha.
Incredously, sk went, "Huh? Just go la!"
then finally, grace began squealing.
"Eeeeeeeeeee. EEEEEEEeeeeeee. IS THIS FOR ME??!!"
HAHAHAH.
and she started doing this weird action.
like she was being sucked into herself thing. haha
HAHAHAHA.
not surprisingly, she began running like an olymptic champion
down the isle of candles.
and stopped when she saw the words.
I LOVE YOW
made up of more than 2 hundred candles.
it was really a sight to behold.
and i would have uploaded it except that i've been trying
for the past half an hour.
but i cant seem to place the picture
nicely underneath the words like how everyone else can seem to be abled to do without any trouble.
and because i've been doing that,
its messed up my post,
and dont blame me if there are huge spaces inbetween sentences.
hahaha.
i really suck at this shit.
haha.
it was really a nice.
i must say,
what we did was really quite touching.
we all took turns taking pictures with the birthday girl
while sitting in the middle of the heart.
all trying not to get too close to the candles.
and the heat, mind you.
was intense.
we were having so much fun.
till the stupid security guard had to come and spoil it all.
haha.
he asked us to clear the candles.
and thats what we did.
and managed to make quite a big mess on the floor after that.
my heart gos out to the poor guy who's gotta
scrape the wax off the floor.
haha.
its really amazing how we've had so many birthdays
year after year, but every birthday is different.
everytime someone's birthday is celebrated, we all get
the share of fun.
even if its not our birthdays.
its almost the same, to do something for the friend that you love,
and watch how her face lights up.
it's almost as if its your birthday everyone's celebrating.
i love my f7 family.
You were my greatest mistake
I fell in love with your sin
Your littlest sin.
This week is polyclinic week.
so instead of going to the hospital,
i make my way to amgmokio polyclinic instead.
today was my first day at the polyclinic.
and wow.
Ever wondered why the the queues at the polyclinic are always
as long as the queues for the audtitions of the singapore idol?
well.
I have the answer right here.
The nurses there are total lazy bums through and through.
Ever wondered what goes on behind the registration counter and the
door of the consultations rooms?
Well.
I was ushered into one of the rooms.
The Woman wellness clinic.
The ones where pregnant women go to
for check ups,
breast examinations and
papsmears
( a procedure where a scary cone shaped duck-beak thing
is stuck into your vagina and prys it open,
followed whereby a brush silmilar to the one you brush
your braces with is poked in
and is used to scrapped bits of cells off the wall of your cervix or something.)
Yupp.
Ouch.
tell me about it.
and the best part is that when interviewed by a horrified me,
patients say that its not painful.
Just uncomfortable.
Well, apparently,
PAIN SEEMS TO BE SUBJECTIVE.
and if it were up to me.
i'd run away screaming if i ever had to get a papsmear done.
anyways.
i got to observe a papsmear procedure.
done by a really hot looking arabian doctor or something.
he had those really adorable curls thing going on.
with the sexiest, soothing accent.
i suppose if i HAD to have a papsmear done.
I wouldnt mind him doing it for me.
hahahaha.
stop it.
Stop digressing sara.
He was really professional about the whole thing.
like reassuring and stuff.
except for one part.
while he was explaining and pointing out the different parts of
the inside of a woman's vagina to me and scraping at the wall (quite enthusiastically)
at the same time, he went,
"Well, this one's not a bleeder!"
Thankfully i was standing behind him and he couldnt see my facial expression
when i heard his comment.
Cause i gave him a "You sick fuck" look.
haha.
excuse me if you think theres nothing wrong with that comment.
cause it sounded grossly over enthusiastic to me.
anyways, back to the main point.
The old nurses there seem to act as if their retirement
begun early.
They literally just sit in the rolling chairs,
and write redundant notes.
and they keep finding excuses to leave the room with lame
reasons like
"i need to print this." or "i need to photocopy that."
at one point,
this nurse whose room i was assigned to,
picked up her phone and dialled her friend.
Having an enture conversation about
this sale at OG and if she wanted those shoes she saw,
and what her feet size are.
As for me.
i was practically snozing in the chair.
There werent many patients coming in at all.
And half the time i was just told to help her draw lines
on her stupid book, or
cut and fold pieces of paper.
Incase you still dont get the picture.
While you are sitting in the queue, desperately looking up at the
queue number, wishing in vain for the number to change, while you sniff pathetically
at your dribbling nose and cough like a tubercolosis patient,
a nurse who should be attending to you,
is lounging like a queen on her throne
and talking about the OG sale.
But,
To be fair, you cant blame them.
I'd probably do the same thing in their situation.
Day in day out, having to face the same old stubborn patients,
who refuse to take your painfully given advise
to quite smoking, eat healthly and do regular breast self examinations.
and instead, come in here only when they think that they are on the brink of death,
and expect you to work a bloody miracle.
if i were them.
i'd sit on my throne and pick my nose too.
besides.
whats the incentive?
whether i see 10 patients aday,
or 40, i still get the same pay.
Might as well work at my own sluggish pace.
Oh wells.
This is what you get for heavily subsidized
primary healthcare.
So.
i hope my post has given you insight on the
behind-the-scenes of a busy, packed, looking polyclinic.
Give me a Private clinic anyday.
toodles!
