my cuzzin got admitted to sgh on monday when she fainted so i went to visit her yesterday after school. and she tells of her 3 day stay so far. she got poked in her left arm for 9 times cuz the nurse couldnt find her vein, poked in her butt, attached a tiny poking tube thingy on the back of her left hand for drawing blood, and poked many2 times in many2 places. me, having aichmophobia(fear of needles especially), was damn irked. i could actually feel needles poking me everywhere. i noe i noe, i'm such a drama queen..

i cant stand the sight of injections, or having poked by one. i get spasms and break into nervous laughter with tears running down my cheeks. pelik tapi benar. kelakar eh tapi acherli tak klakar. this phobia has been with me ever since young. ever since primary one injections. but that was controllable cuz the medicine they gave me before the injection tasted of cherry. it sure won my trust. like duhh, i outgrew cherry medicine when i got into secondary school.
nurses who come to secondary schools for check-ups annually sure are mean. they poke needles into u like there's no tomorrow, and make sure u feel the bloody damn thing poke in, move under your skin, and poke out a few centimetres away with great skill that it makes me cry out with such satisfaction. AS IF. nuff' said lah.

i got home at 10+ and decided to do CISCO immediately before i procrastinated for a rest and suddenly fall asleep. i'm dead beat. spent 2 damn hours doing the bloody thing with sha, but she gave up halfway and left me to suffer thru the night doing it alone. u cold-hearted bitch. finally showered at 1am and fell asleep soon after. and here i am, 8+ am half-willingly in database class, where no one actually really listens to the lecturer. i desperately need more than 8 hrs of sleep soon. i'm beginning to look like cute panda. OOPS! puke now or forever hold ur peace. :)