Disappointment hits hard, right in the core of the soul.
What a somewhat uneventful day today.
Had a gay argument with Ganesh over some part-time job stuff.
Partly my fault because I don't like working in that line.
The customers at the Hello Kitty Store was bad experience enough, if you know what I was saying.
Then, as me and Taibo were walking around, we tend to notice people staring at us like as if they are going to kill us.
Doesn't feel weird?
It does when a guy on a bike with a black shirt sticks up the middle finger at you for no apparent reason.
Then comes the disappointment of the day.
I finally finished my checkup.
The doctor says I have Chronic Glomerulonephritis, or Chronic GN for short.
From what I read on wikipedia, its not really that dangerous.
Then again, I read from this other website, it says this:
Chronic GN is the terminal stage of the disease, and it is one of the important causes of chronic renal failure. And, interestingly, the patient may directly /suddenly report to the physician with the symptoms of chronic GN, without passing through either the acute/subacute phase of the disease. Further, most of the time, a previous history of sore throat may also not be available. Therefore, the occult nature of the disease is clear both in the subacute and chronic stages of this ailment.
Seriously, I'm lost.
It says "Terminal Stage", which somewhat means "near the end".
HAH!
But if something happens, I might have kidney failure.
That's something to be sad about now.
Because of this, I can't find a girlfriend that easily now.
Ahh, that sucks.
Well, somewhat a shotgun to the chest.
Then after I read my letter from SAF in my letterbox, it was another shotgun to the head.
I'm certified PES E9/L9.
Simply put, I'm certified 1 PES level higher than F, which is exemption from the army.
After training so hard for a gold in my NAPFA, I'm still getting this.
Perhaps someone out there thinks I'm probably emo-ing now, thinking who's going to miss me when I die or stuff like that.
As much as I want to emo...
Sorry, I stopped emo-ing ever since Secondary school.
Feeling sad is definitely something I'm experiencing now.
Other than expecting people to say stuff like:
"HAHA! Weak shit. Can't even go shoot water in CD."
"Eh, lousy leh. Blood from your penis. Then become clerk."
And all those other looking-down quotes.
I guess I've learnt a lot from my mother then.
I have to learn to accept that I cannot do anything because of this.
Yes, my urine has red blood cells detected in it. But the problem lies in my kidney.
And its not my choice to become a clerk.
I want to hold a SAR21.
I want to fire live rounds.
I want to be an officer, because I told someone I will become one for that person if I can.
All those seems bleak now.
I may not be as well off as everyone around.
I don't even have the chance to do what some people can do.
But I know as long as I try my dang best to do what I can for what I want,
I'd have done it with no regrets.