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28 May 2007

HEY.

saw lots of my own blood ytd. oh wait. is blood a countable or uncountable noun? okie. saw much of my blood ytd. i guess nobody has encountered what i'd gone through ytd.. so gurls, please keep your eyes wide open the next time you enter a fitting room. anyway, i went to this new XXXX shop in whitesands. i was holding alot of things in my hands, bag, tops to try and file. so i used my left hand to hook my bag on and put my file on the floor first, then i proceeded to take my earphones off. suddenly i saw blood dripping. =.=. can you imagine that? then i was like hey, whose blood is that? then i saw my left hand covered in blood. so i put my things down in a hurry and asked one of the shop assistants to help me look after my stuff and i rushed to the toilet. WITH MY BLOOD STILL DRIPPING. i looked like some murderer. the people in the toilet were staring at me like i'm some alien. so i kept washing my bloodied hands and the blood never stopped dripping. =X. then i realised where the cuts were, on my 2nd and middle fingers, at the joints. i took some toilet paper and tried to bandage the hand. then i dashed home.

went to a clinic at pasir ris central and spent a whopping $63. 30bucks for the tetanus shot, 10bucks fr the lousy bandage (without any medication) and 23bucks fr consultation fee.

okay, so what did my fingers brush across to create such a deep cut? normal fitting rooms hv these rail of hooks for people to hook their bags and clothes, and part of the metal rail at that particular store was protruding outwards, so i brushed across that sharp end whilst placing my bag on the hook.

i guess i was suay. but nvm. at least this happened in whitesands, and not jurong.

maybe i was cockeyed. but seriously, how many people will spend a few seconds staring at the rail of hooks before they hook their stuff on?

=S.

and i'm glad i'm not afraid of seeing blood or having injections:).

my bandaged fingers:-











please recover soon, fingers. thnkyou. and i'm going to get TWO more hideous scars on my left hand. *-*~

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