Hallo ihr alle da draussen...today i made a visit to the hospital where my man was hospitalized undergoing treatment...what can i say? The ICU is boring, to say the least (not even a TV! sigh.) He says that he sleeps all day because there's nothing else to do...haha. No wonder he was sleepy at 1300, that maggot...but it's a bit scary, seeing him still hooked up to all those sensors...sigh. i guess that's the ICU, for you. Bleah...Krankenhäuser machen ängstlich. It's just the sense of foreboding. Oh well...i hope that he'll be okay soon. Heard that the course and the specs are going to visit him tomorrow. Hmm. Mal schauen.
After that, it was quite a boring Saturday in town...except for being hot and sunny...i like! Could tan along Orchard Road, haha...but that's not the crux of the afternoon...the crux was that someone decided to pang seh me...am i right or not, 3SG Kelvin and CPL Reuben? You bloody maggots. Say so earlier, mah! Luckily i had some business on at the Goethe-Institut, if not i would have probably given you 01 x gao lat gao lat fucking over the phone. I simply hate...no, abhor being stood up...it goes to show that you can't give a fuck enough to even call and say so beforehand. But anyhows. I also discovered, to my horror, how out of practice i am with spoken German. I mean...i still can speak it okay, but i have to grab for words as i talk. What made things perhaps even more beleidigend was that i was replied to in english by a German. Ack! Well...now i have an e-mail address to write to so that i can request for more information on German Stipendien. (scholarships) Sigh. I don't really want to work for the government. I think i was being just a scholarship slut back last year when i went for everything. But then again, perhaps everyone's like that...we'd like to know that we can choose rather than being the chosen. So...let's see how my written German is like!
-ich hoffe, dass mein schriftliches Deutsch noch nicht zum Scheiss geworden ist. Das wird mich sehr sehr ankotzen.
But guess what, i actually met kelvin for pool later in the afternoon. My pool has improved substantially from all that playing in the Officers' Mess (since yours truly obviously doesn't play Winning Eleven...) won a few games and lost a few games...ohh wells. The fact is that long ago, when i played with those boys, i kept getting raped...just ask ween if i can play pool.
Me and kelvin were both discussing why our lives seemed so fucked up at times...like kwok always pronunces it...'faktup'...sigh. He's right that only at the very closing of your life, when you take a look back at all you've done and all you didn't do, then can you see if your life was really faktup or not...haha...yes i shall write it as so, just to take a dig at kwok...if you're reading this, too bad! haha! Imagine...at your deathbed...with all your loved ones gathered around...only to hear your final words: '...faktup...' oh dear...that's going to be so, so ugly...
...but with what reasons to say so! Now...things are quite faktup because of the lack of company, i guess...it really does make one worry if they will still be alone when they go to work, still be alone when they're old, grey and wrinkly...and watch while everyone gets attached. Sometimes i worry too. Maybe it's because my mind works like i'm already 27, even if i'm only turning 20 this year. Hmm. Maybe. All the office life is getting to me, maybe. Making me older than my years. Haha...things are also faktup because sometimes the people you expect to know you really don't anymore. People change with the times but being out of touch has that nasty effect of making people miss the changes you have gone through. But i guess that's life. You never know what life will bring...it's like a dream...ever-changing, but always a wonder to behold.
Life is a dream - maybe i'll write something about that. haha.
Anyway, after dinner, kelvin decided to come to my place for a drink - funny how my house is becoming a watering hole already...only that i don't have kegs and kegs of booze for you all to guzzle, you maggots. Haha...made him a Scarlett O'Hara...and it seems that he likes it! It's so fruity that you can't taste the alcohol...in fact...the Comfort only contributes the peach taste, not that of the alcohol...but the cocktail still packs a punch. So be wary.
And guess what i found tonight...a bottle of my momma's Bénédictine herbal liqeuer! Haha. It's not just for health-conscious tai-tais, as i just found out...it's also an ingredient of some cocktails, including the world-famous Singapore Sling! Haha. Maybe i'll make some one day.
When all my ingredients are collected and present, that is.
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