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Saturday, February 24, 2007.10:47 PM

At the clinic

The pain and diarrhoea came back again in the afternoon...while I was practicing in school. So after doing the run-through of my recital program with LJ, I packed up and went to see a doctor at Clementi instead of staying in school to practice. Doctor told me I ate something bad...it was both gastric flu and tummy ache. And at the clinic, this baldy with a beer belly and walking stick entered. The moment he stepped in and sat down, he talked non-stop. To himself. It was playing Pearl Harbour on TV. He would comment on whatever was happening in the movie like a little boy and suddenly burst into laughter. The mee-sees kept shushing him and giving me the yes-I-know-it-but-I-bo-bian-look. And he started S-I-N-G-I-N-G.

Me: Thank God I'm in a clinic. If he whips out a knife or something, there's a doctor just 5 feet away.

Then he picked up the magazines when the other patients (including me) bo hiu him. And he'd comment on what's on the front page and slam it down on the chair...picking up another one and read and comment again.
I couldn't stand it lah...took out my phone and pretended to play games while I was actually recording him. Was hoping that the doctor would see the siao lang first and make him leave.

But NO! One mee-see bought dinner for the siao lang to eat in the clinic. And he's not there for consultation lor. Maybe he's faking it to get free meals.

.:. 0C o m m e n t s.:.

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