The meeting today was something of a waste of time. Someone present then roused some strong emotions in me—the punching-strangling type. If only I may one day yawp it over the roofs of the world. Grr.
1. 2. 3. 4. 5.
OK, never mind.
We went to Burger King after that, and I got treated to one huge cup of Coke (and I could imagine how someone would have loved it), but I couldn’t fit into the conversation that was between, effectively, 5 doctors and 1 dentist. (Oh, I noticed we all wore three bars, though mine was kinked, and worn on my arms. OK. Lame.) So I just listened. Funny how they talked about an attractive female counterpart—how nice she is, how well-endowed she is, how they couldn’t concentrate during her lectures, how…—um, who already has three children. Funny I was asked for a neutral opinion of whether I’d send my wife to see one of them, who’s decided to do gyne after NS. OK, Grey’s-Anatomy-in-real-life (or otherwise) isn’t (is never) my cup of tea (or Coke).
It rained buffaloes and whales when we left. Luckily one of them kindly sent me to CCK MRT. I went to JRL after that, browsed some books, fell asleep halfway, woke up, and left without borrowing anything.
I am listless. Can tomorrow be Sunday, please?
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yes, yes. mock my thrashy show :P
hehe.
Nah, not mocking. Terasa ke? Hehe.
Then again, it might deserve some definitive treatment ;)