Of unlucky-ness. Of making the best of what happens.

well in the light of recent events, i think im rather down on my luck. i hope it isnt retribution for being concerned about jimmay when bird poo landed on him. but i have had a run of unlucky moments.

yesterday, i had a car door slammed on my favourite finger (the middle one) . it was my fault for putting my (previously beautiful) finger(now-deformed) there though. and i wont go on further to elaborate on the sensation of immense pain i felt. due to the necessity of having to act (manly and muscular and male), i would describe the pain i felt as equivalent to that of one clipping his/her fingernail


being the medical nerd that i truly am, i (proudly) announced to those present that there was no nail clubbing present after attempting to successfully check for my nailbed angle. HAH. well if you're confused or dont know what im talking about, dont fret (im just acting all medical and intelligent since this is a medical school blog) what im saying doesnt actually make sense.


alright, more importantly, the great thing which sparked off my unlucky run was.....


my freaking shower head being dettached from the damn shower hose or whatever you call it. it BROKE! it didnt like unscrew itself like i hoped it did, and now im screwed cuz i dont know how to fix it. (if there are any girls who like to fix broken showerheads, do contact me.)

well a picture speaks a thousand words, so i shall do *wink* 4000 words.

the yellow sticky tape was a brilliant attempt of trying to 'stick' the showerhead back to the showerhose. idea courtesy of HANNyee. apparently it worked well for a few seconds, before (much to my dismay) the showerhead propelled forwards and fell unto the bathtub. (i promise. no curse words came out of my mouth)

very important to note, I WASNT THE CAUSE OF THE UGLY, UNREMOVABLE STAINS. they were already present when i arrived. i didnt want to show them, but since the showerhead let me down, i needed to take some form of revenge. the bathtub is the showerhead's home.

the position of the showerhead after i kicked it. i swear i almost went blind cuz of my stupidity (im smart sometimes, at times). i actually directed the hose and pointed it towards my eye as i was washing my face. i shall leave the rest up to your imagination. the water pressure of my hose is quite strong. HINT: my eyeball / a spring

a close up of the useful-for-10-seconds-yellow-sticky-tape. at least i got a photo of my intact middle finger before it got deformed.

thru this incident i have come to realise that teewye is indeed a person full of optimism. you can tell from our conversation in the lift.

marc : mhm damn i forgot to look for a new showerhead just now
teewye : at least now its easier to wash your toilet
marc : *lost for words*

being a man (boy) of optimism myself, i am inclined to believe that teewye was in no way whatsoever making fun of me. why would he anyway, i wonder.

well anyway i guess that when:


SH*T HAPPENS! wash your toilet.


-marc