Helminths

Kok Joo's palm infested with both hookworm and Strongyloides Stercoralis.

Hookworm

Usually they're intestinal worms, I totally have no idea how they got to his palm, another medical mistery. Oh wait, did I just disclose my patient's name? nah...guess he wouldn't mind...

strangers=dangerous

since young, mommy alwis said no talking nor eye-contact to strangers and i've alwis had tat in mind coz im such a good girl. And then yesterday, at the midvalley ktm there, this guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere with some kind of paper on his hand asking me to write down my name and IC number so he could get this free meal or something. Pls la, im on the street and you expect me to write down my name and IC just like that? Do I look like an idiot to you?
but then this bug went as far as to following me when i had told him so many times NONONO. it's just a word, is it so hard to learn? Or won't you just save some dignity for yourself? This was when me and yilian were heading to Midvalley together. Unbelievably, when we were on the way bac to the ktm, this person came again and repeated the same speech to me. OH WHY?? Why me?? Don't you get it?? NOOOOO!
Okay, forget about this, but then after ktm on the way to monorail, another guy came to bother again, this time was promoting something, and of course im not gonna stop DUH! Then I watched yilian walking away safe again ahead of me. so i was like, why me again?
Is my magnet rosak or sth?? Kept attaracting those kinds of people. ish.
Anyway, don't go to Midvalley to do shopping. The shops sucked together with the sales. After getting done with the whole mall still didn't get much good stuff. What a waste of time.

Crash It, Never Again

Every time I go home, it’s as though im bound to learn something new, not an exception for this time either, not to mention a car crash is never one of my imagination, in fact I’ve never imagined anything.

It was just like any other night on the road, at least that was what I thought, quiet, all I could hear was the engine roaring and the radio blasting. Everything seemed so fine and I’d crossed god knows how many traffic lights, checked carefully for the colour of the lights on each of them before me especially the ones where no cars were in front of me because I’ve alwis felt this uncertainty when it comes to seeing a green light from far with an unoccupied wide road ahead because then I’ll think should I speed or slow but how am I supposed to figure in how many seconds the light’s gonna turn yellow or wat.

So this time, same situation, I looked at the lights and everywhere looked green to me so I decided to not slow down, staying the speed of 80-90 km/h and when I reached the cross road, to my utmost surprise, a Vios came out from the opposite lane crossing to my left, I was like what on earth is that car thinking (oh wait, the car don’t think)??! It’s my green light!! That moment was like a nightmare-come-true which was only of the most dreadful one, instinctively, I hammered on the brake as hard as possible holding on to my last hope but to no avail and it’s like watching your worst dream work its way to reality in the front seat, only the sound effect was a million time better. The first second I was listening to ‘paparazzi’ on the radio and the next I heard the screeching sound of the brake, as loud as I could get, piercing the dark cold sky, and then inevitably, the Vios traversing the road was struck crudely. The momentum came sudden but thank god I wasn’t hit by anything serious but too bad my car couldn’t be spared, though the ‘Bang’ caused by the crash was still classic, drawing the line between nightmare and reality.

Panic attack! I crashed my brother’s car and how on earth am I gonna live with that?? But at the same time still believing it was the opposite’s fault until the car owner, an Indian man came down to me and questioned me why I went against the red light. I was in awe and disbelief until another man came who claimed to be right behind me who halted his car rite before the light coz it was apparently red (I gotta say this man was unfriendly, he practically scolded me like I was some stupid school kid who had no idea what she was doing and of course I retorted but I bet he did not take me seriously. Well who does when every evidence was against me) Then the third man on a bike stopped by at my side who was just a passer-by, he was kind enough to stay there with me and gave me advice becoz he saw that malay man bullying me, he had no business in scolding me, according to the bike man. And I agree, he could either scold me and leave or go to the police station and make a report against me as witness but not do both! (which he did). Afterwards the wife of the Indian man also came to read me the riot act and to my surprise she even pulled it off in cantonese. Gosh, all I could talk back was I swear I saw the light green, again, sure no one cared. If it wasn’t for the kind man who stood by me until my family reached, I wouldn’t have known what to do with all these people accusing in my face. He was telling me all those about insurance, car workshop, payment for the compound and stuff, very helpful indeed though I didn’t really understand it all.

Finally my mom, aunt and uncle arrived to the scene, and all of a sudden, the steady face I’d been pulling in front of all those strangers crushed, as soon as my mom reached me I couldn’t withstand the urge of crying into her arms..oh yea, I cried..just so you know, im definitely not the weeping type, it’s just the stressful situation. I genuinely felt really terrible for the cars I crashed and sorry to the couple after I was convinced it’s definitely my fault and they were so innocent having their night ruined by me, they would totally hate me. However, Im still certain I never saw any yellow or red colour in sight at that moment but they said the car beside me had already stopped. I was almost tempted to go and officially say sorry to them even though I’d said it earlier but then I backed out coz their family came and the wife just seemed fierce.

After settling the car, we left the scene to the police station and made a report, got a compound of 300 bucks and the rest we can leave it up to the insurance company but there’re paper works to deal with. Well at least it was something new I did, hit a car. The end of story.

The aftermath:



For memories…
not my car…
In the workshop

The Furry Little Domestic Creature

Wat is it? It's furry, gross, lazy,small, fat (only applicable in some), with tail, annoying when you smell like food and...erm..what else can I say to help you exclude the doggies. Aah! nevermind, I just gave it out.

CATS. Even though I hate them, somehow i find it worth mentioning here for a bit. So despite all the turn-off criterias, this one is quite an interesting one. And it all started with the stormy and heavy rain a couple of days before, totally mad and crazy, and whenever this kind of furious rain comes visit, most rain water will splash into the corridor and end up pooling in front of my doorstep, so this time, nothing was exceptional, everyone had to take a big step crossing the pool of water in front of my doorstep whenever they passed through. And one time, when I was about to enter my room, a cat (which I instinctively decide to hate everytime I look at it) was standing in front of the flood, kinda stared at the water as if there was something going on in its mind, and while I thought it was going to step rite on the flood after all to get across it, it kinda skipped to the divider of the corridor at the side and brilliantly avoided the water. So I was like, OMG! They do care! LOL! Pretty amusing though, it's surely one of their behaviours I've never bothered to discover aside from those like meow-ing ceaselessly in front of your door, crawling into your room when you carelessly leave your door open only for a second, making those irritating noises during their fore-play and diving into the trashbin and tearing whatever available into pieces trashing the floor with domestic waste and etc...

And somehow people can still find them adorable and with all the love in the world, hug them into their arms and play with them, and mind you, those happen to be medical students as well, totally gross!!!

For a catch-up,things I'm up to recently are guitar which I already kinda manage to play a couple of tabs, other than that, they're basically studies and exams. So everyone, HAppy the-inevitable-StuDy WeEk!!

Btw, here's the picture of the dress I mentioned during a few posts before and my awesome buddy and us in our Junior Welcoming Party (which so not make sense on the name its own).

Outside The Window

There are tons of things outside the window, but most of the time, none of them interests me actually. I've been enjoying staring out of the window lately when I'm on the bus, not exactly because there's a great view outside, it's because of the sense of peacefulness that it brings to your mind, a second to let your mind rest without thinking or processing thoughts that you can do some other time while you're eating, studying, listening, not sleeping or whatsoever. I've been thinking a lot these days(not academically,yea,shame on me), perhaps since the day I learnt about some tremendously awe-striking deep dark secret about my family, something my aunt blurted out out of the blue in the middle of a mundane conversation on a relaxing afternoon at home and left my jaw fell down to the ground(and stuck to it), left me ponder about it for quite some time.

Voices To You.....

And to top it off, that night spent most of it chatting with you. It started off with some interesting but a bit peculiar-blended with a bit of creeps stuff that is happening in your working place, and then i shared one or two of mine. After that, somehow we found ourselves reviewing our chronicles, a bitter one, and i think i saw tears damping your eyes. That moment I felt like i was punched hard on the stomach, slapped hot on the face and hugging you. However, neither of those happened. I felt sorry for everything. I shouldn't have brought that up or even gone there, i'd rather have you read me the riot act; nag me about every little thing than watching you this way. I'm sorry if I ever rebelled you; not listen to you; not pay attention to you after you stood up for us; fought for us; faced all odds for us; kept the pain to yourself from us. At the dawn of the day, I vowed to myself silently that I'm gonna make something great out of myself and provide you the best life I can; not let you fight the battle alone.

There I am, thinking again. Therefore, staring out of the window into the distance is exactly something I need to free my mind, coz out there, it's somebody else's life, something I can care less about, so I can find back the serenity in my head. Hence, I'm just gonna keep staring. And leave me be; don't misregard me as some weirdo.hah Xp

18 PL

On Friday, after the exam was over, we screamed, we shrieked, we threw hands up in the air almost feeling hysterical upon mistakes we made in the paper, we decided to go out for dinner to take our edges off a bit. It was all fun until the very end when we met someone so ‘out of the box’ that we should totally put him back into it and never let him out ever again! It was supposed to be this fun:

Time Square





These dudes showing their tickets to Final Destination

Dinner at Gas-oline

So on our way back, as usual we (me and yilian) were taking the monorail back to our faculty to take my car and head back to KTSN. It all started mundanely as we moved into the carriage and found our seats. And something to highlight on is that I was wearing a pair of sunglasses to conceal the fact that my left eye was a bit erythematous with a bit of localized swelling on the lower eyelid (somehow my left eye has gotten a bit sensitive lately with recurrence of swelling, the kind which mimics a big mosquitoes’ bite). Anyway, yea, I know wearing a pair of sunglasses at night is a bit out of place and I understand people will definitely have comments upon that because me myself as well will have comments too if put into the situation. However, we normal people will also usually just keep the comments to ourselves instead of ditching them all out in the person’s face like some kind of wacko+psycho+severely mental-retarded moron. And yes, no surprise, there was actually this wacko+psycho+severely mental retarded-moron person who really got on my tits. He was this middle age lousy-looking man who I think wearing a lousy white shirt stained yellowish black and a pair of oversized-boxer-looking pants (and maybe it’s really a boxer but he just liked to wear it out). Something you’d refer to as pyjamas. So c’mon, seriously before you comment on my sunglasses, go fix your wardrobe first moron!

Okay, he commenced his speech by talking in Cantonese about why the hell I have to go and wear the sunglasses at night as if I am blind or very ugly looking that I should go and seek for plastic surgery or I have a hideous scar on my face or something. I was darn flabbergasted hearing someone talking to me like that but of course I pretended I didn’t hear it because I thought he would cease himself after some soliloquy so I wouldn’t have to be the mad girl arguing with a man in the monorail. And darn it! I was wrong, he stupidly continued on with his speech on his own and I couldn’t stand it I decided to talk to yilian in English to make it clear to him I didn’t understand a thing he was saying, hinting him to f*ck off. But apparently that wasn’t enough because he did not care if I understood or not and carried on to talking about my mother father and family! And by then I was already shouting s*n of a b*tch inside but outside I was still discussing whether to join the KTSN marching team topic with yilian. At the same time he was still non-stop babbling and I was already stirring up inside and withholding the urge of spitting on his face and slapping him hard. Thank god yilian came up with the most brilliant suggestion that we should get off the next station and catch the next train. But then our train had to go and do something stupid which it halted at one station for what felt like ages and we couldn’t get off because the doors were closed. Maybe some technical hitch or whatsoever and it had me gone through another unbearable 5 to 10 minutes like that. I couldn’t bear it inside anymore so I actually insulted him back in English with yilian but too bad that moron wasn’t smart enough to understand English Duh! Then like still talking to himself, he said something like …..well, it’s not like I am being immature here humiliating you like this or I am talking bad about you blah blah blah…. Me (thinking): Oh C’mon, seriously you really don’t consider yourself as an immature for what you’re doing?? Seriously??......psychotic moron: Hey seriously, you really don’t know what I am talking? You seriously aren’t angry about it??... Me (thinking): oh moron, seriously you really think I would fall for your tricks and shout at you in public?? That would just make myself look bad and frankly, the fact that you’re condempting me in words that most people in the carriage couldn’t understand was just making you look like some silly cabbagehead talking to himself instead of me.

Apart from that, in the middle of his speech he was coughing intermittently. And then he suddenly changed the topic and said, if I could I wish I would transmit you some disease through my cough, perhaps cancer or something. Me (thinking): oh man!! Seriously?? Seriously you want to transmit cancer to me?? Oh my Lord!! You frigging dickhead I can’t wait to see that happen!!! But well, I do wish he didn’t have TB or pneumonia or whatsoever.

Oh gosh, that frigging mentally ill man really outraged me!! I know being the future medical practitioner we should be careful with our words to mental patient but right here I don’t even care to put him as somewhat mentally challenged, it’s just as simple as I put it, mentally ill-psychotic-moron-cabbagehead. Gosh, he even had a problem with my hand touching my chin when I was speaking with yilian, god knows what was wrong with him! But after some further endurance, the stupid train finally moved and we got off at the next station, gosh like I was gonna let him know what station my stop was exactly. When we got off the train, I was trying to spot him inside again so I could give him the hand sign asking him to fill in the blank but too bad the carriage was too crowded, bummer!

In final words, God bless the moron~~

Taste of Reminiscence

Once upon a time I used to feel for a person, it’s the things we had in common, our background, our interests, her being so supportive and cheerful, as well as the sharing and caring toward each other that made us click so perfectly that we promised we’re gonna stick with each other despite of anything at all that might potentially stand in our way. We did share a beautiful thing together back then. But well, does feel like a long time ago and at the same time like it was just yesterday. Because there is a time in between I’ve forgotten how it feels like, I’ve lost my way to the place where she belongs in my heart, the memory of her in my brain locked deep down in which I haven’t visited so long that I’ve lost the key to it. It’s tragic to have put aside something so crucial to my life just because I’ve traveled from one world to another (metaphorically) adding important figures one after another in my life, I was too happy to even look back and get a glimpse of the important ones that I’d neglected over years. So one day I’ve lost faith in the things that I couldn’t keep track of. And then today, with one look on her face and one little gesture of her giving me a letter showing her support in my exam, assuring me she’s still there and always will be when I thought she had ceased before, that’s when it totally melts my heart. It’s given me the opportunity to finally stop and look back on things, remind myself the taste of our beautiful friendship. So there I am, sensing the surge of warm tears behind my eyes, wanting to shout out: dearly, shall us be friends until the ticking of the clock halts in us.

Venipuncture/Venepuncture Hands-on

The first time I let people take blood on me, I felt like I was having a roller coaster ride-like the spaceshot in Genting, when you are hung in the middle of the air of 20-storey height and waiting for it to dash down in full force and you hold your breath for it and wait for the moment to arrive-that was the kind of moment I had for my very first time of being poked. Because you see, the thought of pain is just overwhelming, but the truth is the actual feeling of pain might just be less overwhelming after all. Anyway, after being poked, I was just simply buoyant over the fact that I've been POKED for my first time eventually, I did conquer my fear over the thought of pain and I pretty much had a very 'high' moment of my life!

So I thought, now that I had my first time of being poked, it's time for me to poke other people some other time, and today, I had my chance *YAY*(shouting inside)!

So today I had my clinical session in PPUKM, there're a few doctor stuff that we had to learn: 1. interprete chest X-ray; 2. venipunture and; 3. listen to the heart sound.

We went on to the chest X-ray part after listening to the briefing, it was very catchy looking at all those abnormal X-rays and being explained to. Following that, we rotated to the next station which was venipuncture and when we arrived there was already people practicing on each other and it was so thrilling by watching alone already. However, there was one not so successful trial that had put the sudject in great pain, could see right through her expression, just dreadful, blood was coming out, subject ouch-ing in pain and the handler not sure to go further in or out *shiver

Anyway, after we were brieved about it, we tried on a mannequin first, even though wasn't really successful but till the end I still decided to do it on a real human being as I didn't wanna regret over missing the chance. But don't be scared by the sound of it, coz now that I know, I'm fully capable in fact haha! Okay, after me and Ryan reached our consensus of being each others' victim, I had my go before him. And here goes the drill:

For starter, I gathered all the essentials needed, a syringe, a needle, gloves, alcohol swab and a cotton. Next thing I did was to feel the vein, choose a nice and conspicuous one, wear on my gloves, tie the tourniquet and prepare the needle and syringe. When all things were set, here I went, holding the syringe, toughened up my mental state a bit convincing myself that I'm gonna do best and started to approach the VEIN(I didn't notice how Ryan looked but Pau told me later on that he was quite anxious watching me lolx!!)Anyway, maintaining the needle at 15 to 30 degrees, I firmly pushed the needle in without a problem, well at the same time I could see my hand which was holding the syringe shaking quite a bit, god knows how the owner of the vein felt(but it's not that I could control, I wasn't nervous at all alright). Then I kept on pushing it waiting the back flow to appear but after a bit less then half of the needle had gone in the back flow still didn't appear. So, the teaching staff asked me to stop and start to pull the blood out and surprisingly, it did come out which indicated my golden success! hurray^^

After that was Ryan's turn for revenge. And he did all the pre-procedure preparation and found my vein too. One thing to highlight here is that my vein was praised!!Ohhohoho! The staff said it was a really nice vein and told Ryan not to mess up with it and lose my vein(and then I thought well it's okay coz if he loses my vein I still have my VAIN-ity)erhm, and then when all set, he began to insert the needle. Watching it go in and the transient stinging pain were quite thrilling, I think the pain might have triggered the release of Endorphine in my brain hah! Anyway, it was quite a success too but not that much compared to my 'GOLDEN' one hah!!Coz too bad an hour and a half later, it became like this:

However, none of his fault, just some insignificant local hypersensitivity, now it has subsided most of it. Anyway, I wanna do more venipuncture in the future, might even get addicted to it hah.

ATM Card?? CREDIT Card??

Usually people with sanity have no trouble telling between CREDIT card or ATM card, but with all due respect, I don’t mean people who can’t recognize a CREDIT card from an ATM card like myself are to be called insane, coz that’s just so rude, isn’t it??
So here are my defenses:
i. It was an early morning, my mind hadn’t waken up yet.
ii. I had an empty stomach, the desperation had obviously taken away my ability of reasoning
iii. They were both green in colour, can’t blame me rite?? Colour tricks.

ATM card? CREDIT card?

This is what happened:

It was a morning in the airport, it was our last day in Taiwan, the morning for our departure back to Malaysia, the morning to say goodbye to the land we’d no longer be standing on. Since it was an early flight, we had to wake up even before the dawn to get to the airport to check-in. We got up at 4 in the morning only after 2 to 3 hours of a ‘nap’, then we got on to the bus to the airport at 4.30. After checking in, it was 7am and all of us decided to catch our breakfast before boarding the flight. So we went into a café, and before I placed my order I asked if they accept credit card coz I’ve bled out of all my NTD already, literally broke(of course I didn’t tell them that)hah! Was so relieved when the girl said yes, and then I excitedly took out a GREEN card which I so confidently assumed as my CREDIT card and passed it to the girl. So unexpectedly to the me at that particular moment, the card failed to read, what I did to prevent myself from looking awkward was that I nonchalantly said to the girl maybe the VISA machine can’t read mastercard and told her to cancel the order and quickly moved out of sight.


And then my instinct chipped in and told me to have another try in another shop, so I walked to Starbucks feeling undefeatable, asked if they accept mastercard, and then once again I confidently handed them the same card as I used at the last shop. But this time, the girl staring rather bizarre at the card, asked me where the mastercard label was. So I was thinking what a stupid troublesome CREDIT card,no shops in Taiwan accept it. Once again I canceled my order and tried to move out of sight unnoticedly. While putting my card back into my purse, *DING*suddenly as if the light from heaven had shined on me for the first time!! As if that was the moment I was finally fully awakened, as if that was the first time I noticed another Green card lying in my purse silently all along, therefore, I immediately recognized the real CREDIT card from the imposter held in my hand! Rather thrilled, I said out loud to the girl that I’ve actually found my real CREDIT card already, so the girl made my order. And finally being able to purchase, I sighed in relief, I sighed in the fact that how well I’d just embarrassed myself and I sighed for this silly morning. *SIGH*

The rest of the day was just fine, thank god! Except that we had experienced some turbulence while our plane was pushing through the clouds which I thought was super cool and the speedy landing which was like a spaceshot experience both made the flight come to live!

Oh yea, there was also a quarrel between the poor stewardess with an aunty who didn’t know when to shut up. She was ranting and ranting ‘bilibalabilibala’ about something like her knee being bumped by the cart and being waken up from her sleep. Sick of this kinda people, didn’t realize she was just embarrassing herself all along.
Ok, that’s about it^^

A Feeling

I have a FEELING.
And that’s why I feel rushes of adrenaline swimming through my vein.
And my heart is pumping so hard I almost can feel it popping out my chest.
My pulse rate is reaching 113bpm.
It’s not quite an excited feeling and I also didn’t have any nerve-wrecking situation.
So what is this?

And then I thought I have a FEELING,
But now it feels more like mixed FEELINGs that cannot be interpreted.
I know this might sound like an insane person talking,
But yet, I’m having a FEELING and mixed FEELINGs!!(nah, shoot me)
I had this before, it came out of nowhere and it just happened.
So is it just me or what?

Anyway, when you have a FEELING, of course you should listen to Utada’s phenomenal belting like in:
Kremlin Dusk & You Make Me Want To Be A Man

Comparison In Expenditure

Yes, if you've read yilian's latest blog 'shopping spree', we went shopping today! Totally crazy coz we've walked for the whole day and came back only at 10pm. In the morning we had the meet-the-juniors session at time square and went back to fac to listen to some nonsence the HE prof told about the importance of having the subject in our co-curriculum(as if our curriculum wasn't heavy enough).So I was saying we had to listen about that but i was just hearing actually since I wasn't paying attention. In less than an hour later we were dismissed so me and yilian went back to time square for the 2nd time(at least for me)

So in summary, this is how our shopping spree went:

WALKed to the monorail station --> WALKing around timesquare shop by shop to find the dress(to no avail) --> saw watson, WALKed in to get yl's cleanser and remover --> more WALKing and WALKed pass a lot of shops that forbid trying(frustrated) --> gave up and WALKed to sungei wang instead --> 1st foor --> 2nd floor --> 3rd floor(all by WALKing!) --> back to ground floor and finally met this gorgeous-looking dress -------------------------------------------------->

(right after we met this good-looking assistant in KeyNg) --> WALKed around sungei wang to find Kim Gary's coz our memory of the location didn't serve us right,bummer! --> after dinner WALKed to monorail, from chowkit station WALKed back to faculty and drove back to ktsn. Phew...What a shopping spree a.k.a WALKathon of the year!!

Since this blog is about comparison in expenditure, these are what I get from the shopping spree aka walkathon:

1.nice meal(fu chong's fried rice) in food & tea with juniors

2. gorgeous-looking dress

3.belt to match the dress

4.dinner in Kim Gary's

5.Stax's chips

6. some kuih

7. paraesthesia & paraparesis

All the above cost only except for item 7.

Total spending = $134.50

NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How come it's more than yl's T.T,i got fewer items =.=''

BTW, here's a super spellbinding song , Final Distance by Utada Hikaru live. Check it out for yourself and you might as well want to compare with the studio version.

The Ultimate Benefit Of A Cellphone

So today's spotlight goes to these awesome phone(well it was supposed to look even more fantastic 3 years ago but you know the aging process is always inevitable,sad). This phone is the first generation of sony ericcson walkman phone(so i heard and proud of it) W800i, white n orange in colour which makes it look so catchy and gorgeous and all, 2 megapixel, 1 Gb memory with bluetooth and infrared functions and most importantly its walkman function as well. I've adored it for the past 3 years because it never fails to do good deeds to me in a way like with it i can take photos anytime i want, blast my auditory senses with all the cool mp3 i downloaded illegally(opps), text as frequently as i like and make or receive phone calls to/from people if i feel like it XD.

So like i said, it has never failed to do me favours, not even today!! And why? Here it goes:

The incident happened at 8sth pm and I was just taking shower in one of the 3 bathrooms in my block, as usual my phone was blasting songs from my playlist and i was happily singing along with it, as it went: im nt gonna write you a love song, coz you asked for it, coz you need one......(oh yea,i bring my phone n play songs on it in shower) and I was concurrently placing back my body shampoo to the top of the wall deviding the middle and the right bathrooms, while I thought it was safely placed, I actually heard a loud 'PONG' and by the time I looked up, my body shampoo was nowhere in sight already. And 'panic attack!!', I haven't done using the body shampoo yet so how am I supposed to continue my bath??!!OHH NOOO...( oh yea, FORTUNATELY, the bathroom next door wasn't occupied or im nt sure wat would've happened to the sad sad person, she could be depressed for the rest of her life about being in an accident of 0.01 incidence, let's thank god there wasn't this someone tat i would've needed to grieve for)

Thus, withholding the sense of ridiculousness tat almost made me laugh bitterly, I picked up my phone which was still nonchalantly playing Love Song by Sara Bareilles and texted YiLian asking her to come to the bathroom for an emergency help. Then effortlessly she showed up in the bathroom expectedly in less than a minute and were asked to pick up my body shampoo at the fortunately unoccupied bathroom next door where it all happened and place it back on top of the wall. Therefore, here a toast to Ms YiLian ~everyday~ for helping me out in such a critical incident! Because of that, i could carry on with my shower peacefully.

So here's the catch and the reason why my phone should be the highlight of the day:

It all started with my possesion of this fantastic phone with its mp3 player, its texting ability and its space for 'KEY'chain(literally),because since it can play music and text people and unlock my door after i finish my bath, ergo I brought it into my bathroom, ergo the text that saved me from this bewildering situation. So after 3 years of companionship, you still never fail to surprise me!! I hope our relationship can laz as long as eternity stands!

~dedicated to my beloved W800i walkman phone~

and this is my first post and frankly speaking im nt sure if it's gonna be the last. with all regards, thanks for reading anyway~~