i'm nervous. he's frustrated. and we both could be dead meat. i hope to God we won't be.

went for the xray and medical today for my visa. now i'm done with all tt, i'm wishing harder than i'll ever wish to get my period. after having to unglamourously walk down the corridor carrying a cheap plastic cup half-filled with my pee, i gingerly handed my secretions to miss nurse/recept who in my mind didn't look like she fitted either designation. nothing wrong with her; she just doesn't look like a nurse. i'm 55pointsomething kg now. ah, put on 5 kg! i told the nurse-lady, and in response she emitted tt kind of sound pple make tt is supposed to resemble a laugh and is meant to effectively feign interest in watever it is they find less than appealing. the doctor also made this noise when i told him i triggered an epileptic fit by choking on a fishball.

then i sat down and grabbed a brochure to read. this one i got detailed the various "medical packages" offered by the clinic. and i found it quite strange tt the layout looked oddly similar to the x-course dinner menus for XX no. of pple tt you find on the tables of chinese restaurants. maybe the clinic was also getting into the season. but now thanks to them, every time i eat a course dinner, i will have vivid visions of peeing into a plastic cup with my name written on it (ooh.. personalised! how touching).