The boy from IMH

Today was a pretty awesome day! Somehow. Alittle surreal, but in a cool way yea? :D

Happy Birthday Coicoi! You are now one year older, Peter Pan. You may grow up someday, but i doubt it.

Congrats on getting the MediaCock-uhh, MediaCorp job Nicolette! Wait, why am i writing this here?! She doesnt even read my blog. Wait i think she used to. Ah who cares.


So yeah. I went to IMH today.
Well actually i only made it there on my second try. Which only adds to the fact that i should become a permanent resident.

It's a long story. I went to IMH once when i was a kid, and for NS purposes i had to go again today to have a check up. So i asked my mom and dad "mommy daddy where is IMH?" and they said it's at SGH. So my dad gave me a lift there, rollin', patrollin' etc. He was going for some meeting or sumwhat after, so he just left me there and sped off.

So i spent a good 10mins walking around, all lost and shit. Then i went to the receptionist and asked "Where is IMH?"

That is already one of the most embarassing things you can ask someone. I mean, seriously. Imagine going up to a stranger and asking where IMH is. But she was all like "har? har?!" So i had to say it louder. And elaborate. "Institute of Mental Health?" Then the lady was like "OHHHH wrong. Not here. Hougang there."

Not unlike Lelouch, i immediately came up with 14 different swear words in my head that wouldve fit the moment.

So i took a cab all the way to hougang (aka cuckoo town) and had my IMH checkup.

In case you are all wondering, no i'm not crazy (not from a medical standpoint, anyway) I just sleepwalk. Which is OBVIOUSLY (*wild waving of hands*) , SO OBVIOUSLY A HAZARD IN NATIONAL SERVICE, WHERE I AM PRACTICALLY SURROUNDED BY GUNS, GRENADES AND WHATNOT.

So the psychologist asked me all the regular questions... when did it start, how often do i sleepwalk a week, my medical background etc etc. pretty normal stuff. Until he asked if i had a girlfriend/boyfriend. Then i was like WHOOA HOLD THE PHONE THERE, ARNOLD MC.TWENTYQUESTIONS. I'm not that kinda guy. But he did the anal probe test on me anyway. No not really. But he did ask if i was gay.

After that i went to school to hang out with my best friend, Lonely Mc.Lonely. And we shared a chicken rice meal. And we watched 1/2 of Bruce Almighty before going for java night class.

Aaaand here i am.

Waaitamiinute...

This isn't my house!

And that isn't my- wait, wait i used this one before.

Oh i forgot to add, as usual when i got home and told my parents that they dropped me off in the total wrong place they totally blamed me and refused to acknowledge that even 1% of it is their fault! Typical! *punches the wall in frustration*

*apologises to the wall, buys it flowers and writes it a get well soon card*