one word for what i did yesterday.
irrational.
visited my uncle at alexandra hosp. i'm glad he's alright now.
there were so many interesting personalities right in his ward. and outside. there was a man on wheelchair, all bandaged up, stealing a puff outside. and right inside, on the last bed, was a scrawny man cuffed to his bed, with 2 burly men watching over him. not forgetting the one who cant turn himself in bed with a devil etched on both his ankles. and nurses who are of the same age as me, bringing urinals to grown up men.
wow.it was an unconstructive day. i went to the library, armed with my books and notes. but it was a futile effort. i ended up staring out of the window, listening to belle&sebastian, staring at the black couch next to the chinese section and the comics. a man strongly reeking of cigarette smoke and soap sat next to me. i cant explain how repulsive & nauseating the smell was.
i saw the most drop dead gorgeous man. when he turned and walked toawards me. i stopped in my tracks and i could have melted on the spot. fine chiselled features, tousled hair, stunning shoulders, mesmerizing eyes. (:
right. mich asked me to give it a shot. they said he's sweet. but i think he's alright. why put myself through this again. for him, it took such a short period of time, why cant i do it too?
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