rotten finger

this is really fustrating. how can my laptop just die on me like that again. rah. so now i cant exactly post up pictures of my half rotting finger i photowhored about today. even christine said i was obsessed in taking photos of it. hur hur.

i actually went for a concert alone today. thats like a breakthrough from glorias seperation anxiety issues. haha. everyone knows i can never do things alone. it really isnt so much of the, oh so uncool to hang out with yourself. but rather, i just yearn for company. i still remembered when i explored central london alone. interesting but id rather not do it again.

so after waiting for weeks for esplanades lunchbox special feature on shirlyn from the unXpected, my ears finally got to feast on some awesome jazz pop bacha covers. i never ever did expect her to do something so unlike her. unlike her usual headbanging rock. it was good.. gooood.

and as if the timing couldnt have been more perfect, christine called to say that she was in suntec. so yay! met for some waffles and trooped back to my place to rip songs off me and to pick the cat up to the vet. darn cat. ill get to that.

i suppose he was in tooo much pain. my fault, for procrastinating. but still. he was grouchy, agitated and freaked when i tried to carry him. which actually meant how bad his paw had become. got down to the mt pleasant and onto the vets table. and that fella couldnt stop clinging onto the edge of the table. given his past history at the vet, i was told we had better gas him down with GA or something. or at least try to give him a painkiller jab first. so fine, i tried to turn him around and suddenly, christine screamed. my hand froze up and got really numb. so what, i thought. not like its the first time ive been bitten anyway. and i figured maybe i just hadnt got a bite so bad for too long. didnt really think much about it. so christine went, hows your hand. i lifted my right hand, said, ah, its alright and suddenly blood starts squirting out. yes, squirting. not flowing, but shooting out like a freaking water cooler. wah lao. i major panicked so bad. the sight of it probably awoken my nerves to actually feel how stinging it was. haha. ridiculous. no way did i wanna get stitches for that man. gosh, the pain. coming from someone who donates blood regularly, this is no joke man. id rather donate blood from both arms and legs at the same time then to get bitten that deeply again. urgh. christine asked the vet whether she could stitch me up and i freaked. haha. id probably die. i mean, i was already picturing myself fainting at any moment. haha.

cat had to be hospitalised. they my as well admit me with him too. i could barely stand up straight. world was spinning, stomach was churning, hands and feet were freezing up and i started feeling so darn giddy. my body was probably going into shock. darn.

thank God i had christine with me. at least someone was there to make sure i didnt end up crashing the car. haha. never again, i swear, never again. bahh.