ri-di-cu-lous
I was feeling groggy, sick and tired after a hard day work. I never knew since when my neighbourhood have expanded enormously huge and I spent quite sometime looking for a clinic that wasn't filled to the door step. It reads "Cambridge Clinic". I went over to the reception for registration purpose as it was my initial visit there. Stunned. The personal information page took me ages to fill in. Because they required information as detailed as highest educational level, current occupation, salary drawn, damn, am I here for as a patient or potential candidate for an interview with the doctor. Finally, its done. The receptionist then handed me a copy of an English Paper that comprises, Grammar, Vocab, Synthesis and Transformation, Oral pictures, Comprehension (both open and close-ended). I sat down and decided to give it shot. Since when taking English paper is a requirement for your visit to the clinic. Its ridiculous. Very! Am I meeting some kind of professor or what?! The more I filled in, the angrier I was. Here I am feeling so sick, in my yuckiest mood ever, why do they want to torture me? Before I even completed the comprehension section, I was boiling. I threw the paper back at the receptionist and...
*Yawn*
Time read 10:50a.m. on my mobile phone. Its just a dream. A weirdest dream ever. Still, the images lingers vividly in my brain, thus I decided to blog it down.
*Yawn*
Time read 10:50a.m. on my mobile phone. Its just a dream. A weirdest dream ever. Still, the images lingers vividly in my brain, thus I decided to blog it down.
