first things first

I know tat its really horribly late to start on this, but this is a blog about my not so colourful life. Just got my finger cut real badly 2 days ago, like blood was literally squirting out of my wound. Didn't really thought much about it till Daniel yelled, " oh man dude, your hand's FRIGGING BLEEDING!!!!" I've never really seen my finger being so messed up before, like the skin was really shrinking with blood continually oozing out of it. The peeps at the medical centre could not stop the bleeding, so i ended up going to NUH for treatment at 1 a.m in the wee hrs of the morning. Didn't really get treated immediately though, the hospital was amazingly crowded at that time, and other situations/cases considered more importantly promptly resulted in my rotting on the treatment bed for 1 hour!! when it finally got to my turn, the doc clean my wound up and up to my 20yrs of life experience, was the MOST PAINFUL thing i've ever been subjected to!! The stitching of my wound was not so bad though, mostly cuz of the two injection of painkillers of some sort, and at the end of it, i could see three blue ends of the stitches ( for some weird reason the doc chose blue) sticking out of my hand like they were cactus growing on my finger or something. Sounds really eventful, but i kinda thought tat even though the whole stitching experience was way cool, i probably would not want to go through it again :)

So all the many rehearsals that gone by were for nothing in the end, mostly due to the one moment where someone thought it'll be good to use a nice knife to adjust something, and ended up adjusting his own finger instead. Shame on the dude.. :(

What a way to start the first entry of ze blog.