i saw a sticker on a motorbike parked downstairs:

hello brother jangan sandar me ha. hahaha

tt was on the way back home after the hospital. on the way to the hospital, we got into the car and the song playing on the radio was, i wanna wake up with you... and was thinking this is a song i wouldn't sing to an asthma attack hur hur...
a minute before i woke up gasping for air, i dreamt tt i asked someone, "where to buy air from?" a man replied, "go to Popular, there got a lot." haa like wtf right. so when mummy asked me which doctor i wanted to see, i wheezed, "let's go to Popular."

anyway, changi hospital A&E is pretty screwed up. first thing, they asked me to register and then told me, ok tt'll be 65$. hallllo.. i'm dying of an asthma attack.. do you really think i give a fuck bout how much i'm gonna pay you? how bout you treat me first then we'll talk. TSK. then after tt direct me to one room after another, ask me to stand here stand there and wait. then while waiting i looked at the blue sticker they pasted on me shoulder at the registration counter. it read "patient". {:o/

the stuff they gave me in the nebuliser was different from the salty one at mt.A tt made me laugh non-stop. half of the patients there were in handcuffs. how dodgy. i still like my mt.A better.

by the time we got home the sun was up, and the sky was peeking at us through a little hole in the clouds. i was so tickled by it i couldn't stop grinning. i love the sky and the sun and the clouds. and i love the way they look when they all come together. it's like they had an ethereal orgasm and then playfully splattered a rapturous visual of it in the atmosphere above us. in fact, it's such a titillating sight it's almost pornographic.