Time Fungus.
It's official.
I am fungus infected.
What I thought about me changing into a human leopard is actually fungus residing on my back just because it's fucking broad and shit.
Screw you, motherfuckers! Get off my back!
Dr. Siva, a part-time skin specialist at the goverment hospital, better yet known as Hospital Tengku Ampuan Rahimah here is a very serious man.
They're all (they as in Dr. Siva and his wife, Aunty Pat) punctual people.
Aunty Pat called mom yesterday and said "We leave at 8.30 a.m., okay?" so mom and me left our house at 8.28 a.m. to see Aunty Pat outside our gate at 8.30 a.m.
We reached the hospital at 8.50 a.m. and my appointment was at 9 a.m.
Around 8.59 a.m. (I checked my phone clock, okay?), Dr. Siva walked in the room.
If it wasn't for the total UNpunctuality of the hospital staffs, I would have had breakfast at 9.30 a.m., gone over to my aunt's place to play with Baby Vincent at 10.30 a.m. and gone back home to sleep at 12 a.m. and will have just enough sleep before Add Maths class at 3 p.m.
So anyways, Dr. Siva said those are not rashes but fungus.
Great!
Just in case you don't know what I'm talking about,
I HAVE PANAU ON MY BACK. LOTS OF 'EM.
If you still don't know what the fuck panau is, sila rujuk kamus dewan.
Embarrassment is the right word, I guess to describe the idiot fungus on me.
Which was I why I didn't follow the girls to Sunway Lagoon today.
That explaines why I don't do swimming, beach-ing, sunbathing (DEFINITELY A NO-NO, I'm black enough) and water polo-ing (which I like).
And now you know.
No tuition tomorrow!
YES!
Btw, I got myself a Xanga.
I cannot stand not having more than one blog, okay?
I have to.
Haha.
Enjoy!
I am fungus infected.
What I thought about me changing into a human leopard is actually fungus residing on my back just because it's fucking broad and shit.
Screw you, motherfuckers! Get off my back!
Dr. Siva, a part-time skin specialist at the goverment hospital, better yet known as Hospital Tengku Ampuan Rahimah here is a very serious man.
They're all (they as in Dr. Siva and his wife, Aunty Pat) punctual people.
Aunty Pat called mom yesterday and said "We leave at 8.30 a.m., okay?" so mom and me left our house at 8.28 a.m. to see Aunty Pat outside our gate at 8.30 a.m.
We reached the hospital at 8.50 a.m. and my appointment was at 9 a.m.
Around 8.59 a.m. (I checked my phone clock, okay?), Dr. Siva walked in the room.
If it wasn't for the total UNpunctuality of the hospital staffs, I would have had breakfast at 9.30 a.m., gone over to my aunt's place to play with Baby Vincent at 10.30 a.m. and gone back home to sleep at 12 a.m. and will have just enough sleep before Add Maths class at 3 p.m.
So anyways, Dr. Siva said those are not rashes but fungus.
Great!
Just in case you don't know what I'm talking about,
I HAVE PANAU ON MY BACK. LOTS OF 'EM.
If you still don't know what the fuck panau is, sila rujuk kamus dewan.
Embarrassment is the right word, I guess to describe the idiot fungus on me.
Which was I why I didn't follow the girls to Sunway Lagoon today.
That explaines why I don't do swimming, beach-ing, sunbathing (DEFINITELY A NO-NO, I'm black enough) and water polo-ing (which I like).
And now you know.
No tuition tomorrow!
YES!
Btw, I got myself a Xanga.
I cannot stand not having more than one blog, okay?
I have to.
Haha.
Enjoy!









