Life is just full of speed bumps and potholes.
Just when you thought everything would be okay, you set out your plans to embrace what is good to come, you then find out that in order to get a work permit in Singapore requires you to have a medical checkup. Which means, a HIV test.
If you have followed my blog early enough, you would have read that I was contemplating into doing the test because I was scared and worried. I wasn’t scared of the process, but more to anxious about the results.
I remembered vaguely that a fellow blogger friend of mine who went to Singapore and required to go for the medical examinations. He was jokingly talking about the doctors grabbing his nuts and asking him to cough.
I am utterly disgusted by the fact that I am the root cause of all these. Lester called me earlier saying that he might need to discuss with his immediate family, and he might not be able to because of how the immediate family treats him. Hypocritical kinda family.
Not that I want to talk bad about Lester’s immediate family or something, but I think his own family can handle their family problem and not needing their help. Seriously.
Then again, what if I failed the HIV test? Then I have no way of getting to Singapore to work. Lester would have no chance of studying abroad. Yes, I am the root cause of the whole issue here.
Tomorrow would be the judgment day for me. I would go down to Pink Triangle to get the HIV test done, once and for all.
It’s judgment day.