the doctor's office was surprisingly familiar although it was my first visit there.

just a seat away from me at the waiting area,
were two boys, perhaps 16 or 17,
expressing how they were excited about meeting their respective dates after the doctor's visit.
apparently they needed MCs due to skipping school to celebrate valentine's day.

and there i was, head pounding and terrible stomach cramps.
and the boy was sleeping on the seat beside me, because we were there close to an hour.

the doctor was nice and all,
asking whether i was engaged or married.
not a smart step there because i wasnt quite listening to him.

doctor: so you've got big plans for tonight?
me: erm for....?
doctor: its valentine's day, isnt it? so boyfriend's giving you flowers?
me: oh. i dont celebrate vday.
doctor: why?
me: i dont know. i just dont (at this point of time, i was too tired to talk).
doctor: exactly. i dont understand why people in singapore celebrate vday. its the westerner's culture, right?
me: uh hum...

then i couldnt talk anymore. i was already seeing double.

this is what happens when you're wearing a pair of contact lens already expired for a month,
and a freaking low immune body system to top it all up.

mum says, "all these is because of you born three months premature."

i dont like the sound of it all.