31 July 2009
My brother's medical checkup day.
Seriously a "vomit blood" day.
Ask him to bring NRIC card, he go bring the super duper old student pass.
Ask him to take out his EZ-Link, he go take out that old student pass again.
When he was instructed to call me in to speak to Medical Officer, he didn't.

Sometimes, I just felt that my other friends' siblings can communicate each other well (with the exception of certain quarrels).
Sometimes, I did nothing wrong... end up in the wrong for no reason.
Ask him something, he don't want answer.
If he don't want to answer, how can I expect to know what is his actual answer?
Am I suppose going to read his mind?

This is what I thought of right after I walked out of the Medical Officer's room.

Labels: Life, Rants