I swear to God I will never ever step into another polyclinic. I had to wait nearly 2 freaking hours to see the doctor despite the tiny crowd, and for that goddamn 2 hours I sat watching as the television replayed 4 absolutely dumb episodes of Mr.Bean Animated over and over again while I anxiously waited for my number to flash. And you know what? My queue number was 2417, and every so often the panel would flash anything between 2400 to 2418 but never 2417 (What the f**k right??). After 2 mad hours, my patience was exhausted and I simply left.
The worse thing was, I had to wait nearly another half an hour in a private clinic before I finally sat down in the doctor's office. I practically cursed and swore the whole afternoon, wondering why it was so hard just to get some medical attention. Just what the f***k do people do in there?! Anal examination?? Geesh~!
On to FHA, despite all the buzz, the Food Hotel Asia exhibition at Singapore Expo was a big disappointment. Seven halls and just one tiny corner was set aside for the annual culinary competitions, a far cry from which many of us in the industry were truly looking forward to. It was obvious that this exhibition was meant solely for commercial purposes and not the true celebration of food just as Desmond had described.
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