Hey There, Kasinah.

Heelloooooo world. I feel so lost contacted. Hehe maybe I should update a little bit. Gee and its like past 6am now.

I’m now having my attachment in an oncology ward.

Oh yah cool, I almost forgot that I went to Thailand the week before attachment starts. It was totally fun! From being thick-skinned, bargaining at shops worst than aunties with sk and her friend, pei yue and the long hours of chatting with xiao hong. We went to the hot spring, ride and feed elephant (gosh we even get to watch elephants pee and shit!), ride on a longtail boat along with the fiery waves but accompanied with beautiful scenery and not forgetting that my favorite grey sandals got stuck on a bed of squishy black oil, and I lost one side of it. BOOOO~ never mind. Food was good too but the best part was still shopping and bargaining, especially with a gay. Hahaha okay im so sexist. Like OMG! I still remember how he ran around his shop, fully dressed la okay, when they heard that the police was coming. Ask me to demonstrate the next time you see me yeah.

I hope the next stop will be somewhere further, like hong kong or something, with friends again especially riodo and quiyy who didn't join us in Thailand.

Back to attachments… First week was a torture, not that attachments were such a bore. Seeing certain patients was really a torture to my feelings that it makes my throat caught soo tight, tears were almost produced. And being in this profession, I can see the ego and truth of a person.

Suddenly I feel so guilty; I actually complained and whined about this “Pakcik” being difficult. But the fact was it was his family who was being difficult. I won’t forget that the “Pakcik” and his wife actually complimented on my care right smack in front of his daughter, whom I was teaching NG feeding but seems partially unwilling to learn. “Pakcik” even put his thumbs up and he gave me an apple and an orange before he was discharged, and yah, discharged against hospital advice.

He cried two times on that day before he was discharged, and I know he doesn’t wants to go home yet. All I can do is pray that god will grant him a speedy recovery…