The hospital is a scary place, never liked it and never will. I went there for my checkup today and left with a whole bagful of medicine. My mum was with me (surprisingly) and she made me chuckle when she said:
"Was it your first time going to the pharmacy here?"
[Nods]
"You can really shop ANYWHERE hor."
[Chuckles]
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I can't be blamed, really. The hospital pharmacy is like any normal pharmacy outside - besides being the place for patients to get their prescriptions. It has counters and SAs all around! The pricing was normal and there was even a sales going on!
SALES!
Who can reject that! Plus, I had this hair loss problem and needed to get some stuffs. Yada yada.
&Cut-in: I really hate it when my dad gives me the "I am already so pitiful, you shouldn't make my life worst by asking anything more from me" talk. I know he has many things to handle in his life, but I am his child, and he spends more on his own materialist needs than his child. He spends a few thousand dollars on a fucking car and only S$150 on me per month. And he has the decency to grumble when I ask for a ride home so that I can save money. That explains my personality. It's not that I want to be finacially independent, but that I have to be. From what I see, few people my age are, the others have the luxury to depend on their parents, and yet they have so much more to complain about. Seriously...
So in the end, I got two bottle of hair loss shampoo from Jason, Centrum vitamins and some Arnott's sinful, sinful delights. Tomorrow I am going for a haircut and there is the screen test on Friday. Wooo, I soooo can't wait for that to happen. (With a ridiculous ulcer on my tongue and the irritating hair loss problem.) Plus, I just changed for script (for the gazillionth time) and have to rewrite my proposal. I just can't do heartwarming. I get all warm and fuzzy, it's weird.
My mum just burnt her palm with the iron. Speechless. Totally.
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