Blimey, I left my phone on the bus back to camp, but thankfully some army dude, who’s mutual friends with one of the contacts on my phone, found it and passed it over to him.
Psychotherapy with Evelyn went well today. I was planning to ask her for a hug, but I realised she’d probably have to follow some “detachment” protocol, so I just sat on the couch, removed my boots, crossed my legs and hugged the pillows. I think she’s great at what she does.
I love June, the dietitian, too. She was very encouraging and didn’t put me down. Talking to her was a hoot… I told her I’m surrendering to whatever the team wants me to do and told her not to be surprised if I put on 15kg in 3 weeks.
Said hi to Sarah (like FINALLY!), QY (briefly held her hand) and Ryan (spanked him over a comment he made!)
And oh, was eying this hottie (a patient too, I think)…SAUCY, CAN?
Went back to camp after my medical appointments. Was bad from start to finish. As I was leaving camp, this beng (gangster) hollered: “Eh! Buy me pack of cigarrette”. I stared at him, said “get it yourself”, and he said he couldn’t since he has to stay in camp. I continued staring at him and said, “Er…” and he said: “Haiya nevermind. This time you never help, nevermind”. I was relieved, and walked towards the stairs with A, who asked for my company for dinner. Then the beng and his gang of merry men started walking in my direction some distance away, and shouted: “Eh, Sujith, you good”. I paused, looked at them, rolled my eyes and began walking down the stairs. Then he said the same thing again, and I was like, “Thanks?”, and he said something which made me feel so terrible. He said: “Good, now can see your true colours”. Like, what?! Just because I didn’t have the spare cash to throw on his ciggs, especially since my supplements take up more than half my monthly allowance?
A told me not to give in to their requests. Apparently they had a pretty rubbish reputation. But seriously, it’s getting to me, so I think I’ll speak to my officers before I do something rash. Perhaps I’ll write an e-mail to them or something.
Time for some sauce!!! This other army guy kept staring at my crotch area on the train, so I stared back too! *Wink!* I’m FILTHY, bitches!
