I have never written an entry that was a sequel to a previous entry, so I don't really know whether this will look like the sequel that it is.

Yesterday, we had to go back to SLEC for the imuunization crap. Ick. We were there as early as 7.00am when we knew that the immunization starts at 8.30am, butwhattheheck, sometimes it pays to be early.

My encounter with the blood test didn't go as horible as I thought it would, probably coz I closed my eyes and everything. Anyway, just like yesterday, there was a room you entered for that kinda stuff. They don't inject you with those things in front of the many, many people who can't wait to get their vaccines, grab the arliest flight out, and get the hell out of this country. Thank goodness. Or so that was what I thought.

Waiting usually doesn't bother me. I'm a pretty patient person, especially because I'm used to the "red tape" this country has for almost everything. But yesterday was different coz I was getting shots! Ick. I hate needles and my guess is that I'll continue to hate them for, like, the next 60 years or so. Anyway, it was a good thing I brought something to read plus I had my phone to keep me company.

Soon, the names were called by threes. *panicks* Why are they calling the people in threes? Take a lucky guess. Winner takes all. (Mark sarcasm in my tone.) *shakes head* I sank into my chair as I realised that it wasn't going to be the friendly encounter I had the other day. Oh no, it was different and far from over.

You'd think after a while the crowd would start to thin, but it didn't. It seemed that everyone just loved those shots. Well, everyone but me. And soon my name was called. The first of the threes. Mehn. I just hate my life sometimes.

I stepped into the room and slumped (literally) into one of the chairs nearest the door (just in case I needed to runaway =P). There were three people besides us three who were waiting to get immunized (that makes six. I did the math, in case my description was a bit vague) with *shivers* I don't even want to think about it. My name was called by this pretty good-looking guy (it made the shots a little bit easier, but I think he was gay. Ick. Good-looking guys are always either taken, gay or both.). He asked for my passport (which I conveniently left one floor down) and I said I had to get it from my stuff downstairs. He said it was okay and I didn't hurry to get it. If they're so determined to give it to me, I think they ought to wait. *evil laugh*

The trip to my beloved, stampless passport didn't take as long as I hoped it would. I was back in the Immunization room in less than five minutes. Damn elevators. I handed the guy (I had discovered his name and it was Russel. *drool* think Russel Crowe...) my passport and sat down. He was giving me instructions to the blah blah blah... (Just give it.. Stop prolonging the agony, will you?) The only part I caught was about me getting two shots (I was anticipating just one. I hate my life.) and one drop of... something. Then he took out the drop of something and it was over. I wished he just saved it for the last. Btw, it tasted like... ew. I dunno. *shivers* Then he took out one of the precious injections... Ugh. The mere thought of it makes me shake. He was cleaning the area he would poke when I stood up and took three steps away from him. I was laughing to myself. This is silly, I thought. So I sat down again and started cleaning my arm with cotton and alcohol. (I so hate hospital SOPs.) I told him I hated injections and he was kind enough to flash me his smile and say "It won't hurt. It would, but not that much." (Thank you, sir, for speaking to me in English. One of the things I hate about some people is you speak to them in English and they answer back in Filipino.) And by body seemed to know what to do coz i shut my eyes. The darn immunization was over in less than five minutes.

Yeaah! I won't be seeing any of those things for at least another two months.

PS Macy!!! Thanks! Di ka pa late, I'll be celebrating my whole life. =P
kitten posted @ 11:07 PM