Today's the typical Friday (read SUPER BAD DAY).

Woah. I tell you.

Okay I don't know where to start.

Uh. So yesterday I felt bad not studying for two days straight and the table was very messy and I was feeling guilty so I decided to pack the table and then I found alot of trash which I of course thrashed it, and I also found things like the bottle of tiger balm I thought I lost... Okay, anyway, the point is, while packing my table, I found the YLTC (Young Leaders' Training Camp) form and got a shock because I don't know where it came from. And then I sat there thinking for a long time where the form came from and started listing possible ways it could have landed on my table, like maybe I took somebody's form by mistake, or maybe my mother secretly studies at NJ, or maybe I printed that form while sleep-walking.

...

Anyway, I thought hard and realised! Laimeng passed me that form last Thursday, and I'm supposed to go to YLTC with her. Oh. So I filled in the form and because the form requires a photo, I went looking for a passport size photo in my drawer and the only photo I found is the one I used for my Ezlink card, aka the photo everyone says look like ah lian. (I am so not an ah lian can.) So I used that photo and then I filled up the rest of the form and when I turned the page, I realise I've to have some medical checkup.

The other time I went for OBS, I did the same checkup at Ang Mo Kio's polyclinic, after school one day. So I thought, the best place to go will be Woodlands polyclinic since I'm in Woodlands and it should be the most convenient place to go to.

RIGHT.

So. I heard from my mother, who brings my father to that polyclinic to buy his high blood pressure medicine every two months (that medicine costs $177, I thought polyclinics charge cheap medicine) that the polyclinic overflows with people in the morning. So I decided to go in late morning, at maybe 11.30am so that there'll be fewer people around. Moreover, it's a weekday so there should be less people there, right.

Anyway, I reached at 12pm and I was so happy because the polyclinic is practically empty. Okay then I realise the counters are empty too. -.- Uh. But anyway, I took a queue number, and sat down to wait for somebody to appear.

After like 10 minutes, the polyclinic is still empty so I started wishing for somebody to appear so that I won't appear weird in an empty polyclinic. And guess what! Somebody did appear. Okay, so this man appeared, asked me for my queue ticket, took my queue ticket, looked at it, gave me another queue ticket, and asked me to come back at 1.30pm.

Okay... I looked at my watch and I thought I saw the time as 1pm. BUT NO. It was 12pm. WTF?! Okay. So if I'm a sick person down with food poisoning, I've to sit here for one and a half hours OR MORE waiting for some doctor to prescribe me cheap medicine?!

-.- Okay, nevermind. Before I could even ask why, that man disappeared. As in, he walked away, not just disappeared, lah. You think what. -.- Uh. So I stood up and went looking for this strange man who gave me this mysterious queue ticket. And I found him, behind this small counter at a very deserted corner of the clinic. -.- And then I asked him why I've to come back at 1.30pm and he told me the queue of patients is so long that they temporarily close registration.

RIGHT. Long queue of patients. Tell me where's the long queue of patients MAN.

Anyway, being a good nice student, I said Okay. And then I couldn't stand staying in the deserted polyclinic any longer, so I went back to Causeway Point and had lunch with Chingwen. Then, at 1pm, I left Causeway Point and went back to that cursed clinic. Under the hot sun. Man, I could have melted.

When I reached, the clinic was really flooded with people. (I bet they've all been told to come back at 1.30pm.) So I sat there and waited for my turn to register. At 1.55pm, I finally got my turn. And the nurse at the counter is so anal I bet she's CMY's long lost sister.

M - Me
C - CMY's long lost sister

C: Who's the one seeing the doctor?
M: (OBVIOUSLY ALONE) Uh. Me?
C: IC?
M: (passes IC)
C: Read it out to me.
M: ER? S9013927D.
C: I mean your name.
M: ...Ang Mei Gui.
C: And your IC?
M: S9013927D.
C: HAIYOH. (I thought she knew me or something...) You got IC why don't want give me?
M: Ah? You asked me to read it out to you.
C: You didn't tell me you got what.
M: ... Then you wanted me to read what? If I don't have my IC, what do I read from?
C: You mean you don't know your IC from heart?
M: No, I know my IC number from heart. But that's not the point. If you didn't see my IC, then you were asking me to read what?
C: Read your IC number lah!

(At this point in time, I hope you understand my point of view. If she didn't see me PASS THE IC TO HER, what was she asking me to read? She should have said, What's your name, or What's your IC number? You get it right? It's not even that hard to understand what I'm saying, no?)

M: ...Okay nevermind.
C: Sick still can talk so much?
M: ...I'm here for checkup for camp. (shows form and health booklet)
C: (takes one look at form) You're sick lah?
M: No. I'm here for checkup.
C: Check what?
M: Up.
C: Sick then need check, right?
M: No.
C: Not sick then why see doctor?
M: CHECKUP.
C: Is sick or not?
M: ... Okay I'm sick.
C: Sick then sick lah! (murmur) Still say not sick... Sick then say earlier lah...

You tell me, won't you flare up if it's you.

C: You wait outside Room 8.
M: Where's it?
C: There. (NO POINTING OF DIRECTION).
M: -stun- Okay.

Luckily for me, my sense of direction is good enough for me to find Room 8. And I waited there for another half an hour before the doctor inside finally decided to see his first patient after his long break. So that person before me, after waiting for some 60 years, consulted the doctor for a brief 3 minutes, and then came out of Room 8. Wow.

And then it was my turn. You know, when number 2399 flashed on the neon sign, I felt so happy I could have died.

But then.

M - Me
D - Doc

D: Yes?
M: I'm here for checkup. For some camp.
D: What?
M: (Don't tell me he doesn't understand checkup too.) Check. Up. For. Camp.
D: Oh.
M: (hands over health booklet and form)
D: Oh. Oh.
M: ...
D: ...
M: ...
D: ...
M: ...

(I didn't type those dots to mean that we said alot of things. Those dots meant, we didn't say anything. Seriously.)

D: We don't do this kind of checkups here.
M: -stun- WHAT?
D: We don't provide such services.
M: But I did it at Ang Mo Kio's polyclinic before.
D: Really?
M: (Do I have to lie?) Yah?
D: (picks up phone to make a call)
M: (WTF?!?!!)
D: Oh, please go to the counter and tell the nurse. She'll get you another doctor.
M: -stun- Okay...

So. I went back to CMY's long lost sister.

M: Excuse me. The doctor you got me asked me to come back here to tell you to get me another doctor.
C: Why?
M: Because he says he doesn't do checkups.
C: What checkup?
M: (surprised that she actually knows the word checkup) Checkup for camp. (shows form)
C: HAIYOH. Why you never show me this just now?
M: ............... I did?
C: You didn't show me this then I thought you sick mah.
M: ................ I SHOWED YOU. AND YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I WAS SAYING.
C: You should have showed (should be shown) me. We don't do this kind of checkups here.
M: WHAT?
C: This kind you've to go private clinics.
M: But I did it before at Ang Mo Kio's polyclinic.
C: It's different.
M: How different?
C: We don't do this kind of checkups here.
M: Why does Ang Mo Kio's polyclinic have checkups but yours don't?
C: It's different.
M: WHY?
C: We don't have the facilities.

(Let me tell you what facilities you need. Basically you need a doctor, a pen, the blood pressure measuring thing, the clinic's stamp, oh and the doctor must be able to speak, and is able to read my health booklet. Yes, that's all the facilities you need.)

M: -stun- But the doctor said you'll get me another doctor.
C: No, we don't have doctors who do checkups.
M: -stun- What?
C: Our doctors don't do checkups.
M: ....... Okay.

And then I left. Time 3pm. Thank you for wasting 3 hours of my bright and vibrant youth teaching CMY's long lost sister the meaning of checkup.

.......

After that, I went to the family clinic that I always go to at Vista Point and met my favourite doctor, just two minutes after stepping into the clinic. He took my blood pressure, tested my right arm to make sure the fracture is healed, did eye check, tummy check, knee and ankle check, backbone check, chatted abit with me, asked me what subjects I take (it's the 3rd time he's asked me this, and he never remembers), signed that form, stamped it. And tadah it's done.

Why did I even bother going Woodlands Polyclinic.

Fridays suck.

8:25:00 PM because I say so