this is why you shouldn't let medical students cannulate you.

ooooo......today Mr Postman dropped off a lovely surprise for me from a very very very sweet male.

hehehehehe.....you're so lovely.

and my housemate is crazy. She tried to cannulate us all.

                                                       2nd attempt at Right Cubital Fossa

 

Success!

 

After cannulation 

 

Make-shift Phlebotomy Trolley:

a) Sharps bin

b) Bandages

c) Equipment bag

 

Bloody

 

Ouch. 

Ergh, I'm so rough. This house is filled with rough people.

heheheh

Oooh..so sleepy... need some sleep STAT..(eh macam dlm ER plak eheheh)
okay so this post is not going to be one of my stupid emotional posts...I am actually going to make this sounds upbeat.*yeah! yeah!!*

  hmmm..some people have been pestering me to put their pictures in my blog....so uh, here goes, what I really THINK of you!!!! mwahahahahah!!!

somebody trying to be creative

the prettiest girl in checkered shirt, creature at the back

i think you're cute

you make a cute couple! ^-^

hi!

this picture is so cute.

study partner and life saver.

hand decorated!

I'm too lazy to upload pictures on facebook or blog okay.


Erh.....Dr T is being so weird. I don't want to talk in front of a room full of people and I especially don't want to talk on the phone about this. Please let me go. I don't want that amazon voucher. You're putting too much pressure on me.

You would think paediatrics will be miles easier than medicine and surgery, but it's only day 4 and I am dreading every step I take in the Children Hospital. Why why why? Please kid, please don't cry when you look at me. I can't help it that my stethescope is cold, and if I am unable to play with you. I am scared shitless ok, I am probably more scared of you than you are of me.

This is Haarithah being a musical prodigy? This is Iggle Piggle's song.






 Also another pathetic attempt at sewing. I sewn this together and thought it was alright when suddenly housemate came in and said "eh ni kau memang nak senget eh....." epic FAIL and waste of 20 mins.

I WASN'T PREPARED FOR THIS.

xoxo

I hate?

This is a very stressful week and i'm not even done with it. To any extra fartsy burden, go away please. I'm too tired to care.

On a brighter note, I just upgraded my phone to the new HTC Desire!! yahoooo!!!
And I wish I saw this before I opened my big mouth.


xoxo

my pathetic attempt at finger picking

Fingers are crucial for survival. Like duh, if it wasn't because of OPPOSABLE thumbs, I would be somewhere in Borneo eating bananas with my fellow orang utan mates. But my fingers are so uh pathetic though, no matter how hard I practice, I never get finger picking right. Haih.
When I first started to learn to play the guitar, my male buds said that I can never play because my fingers are too short and too fat. Maybe they're right.

uhh...the original song is actually 3 doors down's Here Without You.



This is definitely a sign that I should never EVER be allowed to touch a scalpel let alone cut somebody up.

Anyways, just a mental note to myself. PLEASE BURN THIS after MED SCHOOL.

I hate EPIDEMIOLOGY. I hate PUBLIC HEALTH. I hate STATISTICS. I hate MAth. This is way to complicated for my small brain.




Why do we need so many Maths anyway? I hate Mathematics sooo much. I hate Maths. I HATE MATHEMATICS! Next week will be paediatrics. Yeay!!

Boo to ungratefulness

Screw you. Don't come running back to me when you need my help because it won't be there.

Band Aid

Band Aid


Look at this deep cut dear,
My blood trickling so fast,
You rushed to me dear,
You rushed to me so quickly,
With a meager Band Aid you,
You tried to fix me you did,
Always trying to fix me.

Why my dear why,
You know the cut is too deep,
Why give me your small Band Aid,
When it's stitches I need.

Let me tell you something,
And listen close,
Don't you remember dear,
The night was dark, the moon posed,
In front of the windows,
And dark shadows, and you dear,
You took the knife by the bed,
And laid your cheeks against my head.

Stop pretending like you don't remember,
And stop pretending like you care,
You only want to fix me,
Because you need something to keep,
I am your broken Barbie,
And I am only your token,
But remember my dear, and listen clear,
It was you and only you, who sliced me open.




Goodnite.

Nerds love Books

It's week 2 into fourth year and ......

I'm so happy today. I don't know why but happiness does not always have a reason. I spent 2 hours practicing on my guitar today, I haven't been playing for ages and my fingers hurt so much.

I wish my window wouldn't creak so much. It's scary. Is there somebody moving into the flat below?

I just finished reading this:


I think he won a Pulitzer for this. It is a good book.

I found this book in St Peter's Hospice Shop.


It looks brand new and only costs 2.50 pounds. I've never read Kafka before, and I was quite excited about this book. It's interesting but I still don't get why Kafka is such a big huha, maybe I have to read more of his works.

This is a good band that I'm currently loving!




The Myriad... sounds like an American version of Keane+Coldplay

There are too many 'I' s in this post.

xx

Ironically Ironic

Ahahaha.... so funny, this blog was supposed to be the medium where I profess my undying love to guitar and music but when I tidied this blog up, it turns out that I had more 'stupid childish feelings' posts than 'guitar' posts. Figures. You need a lot of growing up to do dude.

about a bathroom

About A Bathroom

Turn on the shower, please, turn on the shower,
Let small streams beat and drown the tub,
Let the steam rises in poetic prose,
And the vapor race to fill his nose.

Brush what is left fulfill,
The gaping hole of darkness unseen,
What once were rows and rows of sturdy teeth,
All sparkling white, beautiful and clean.

Tremulous fingers tremble with,
The slippery soap and suds to wash,
Over his skin it once was,
Smooth and milky,stretching taut.

Scrubbed his face, he rubbed,
Lathering hard to smooth,
Over his wrinkles,deep crevices,
Greasy slime dusted with time.

When the water stopped, his heart dropped,
Skipped the rhythm it successfully keep,
Awoke again to his senses now,
Wondering how he had his mind slipped.

He wrapped his towel to be,
Around his mangled meager body,
Embraced into the deep hands,
Of age, and time and sinking sands.

Oh bathroom, he said,
Where was the time of my youth?
Did you know, he said,
Threw youth to the wind I did,
But you, he said,
Brought back me life,
If only for a fleeting time,
So hear me bathroom, he said, hear me close,
Out of all the rooms in the house,
It's you I love the most.


3 more days till school starts. Time to break the fanny.

*Note to self: Do as you fancy with caution.

xoxo