.: Ya Hui :.

Gonna do a blood test to check out my well-being tomorrow. And no, I didn’t get into a pool infected with AIDS, so STFU.

Please, tell me it doesn’t hurt. I hate needles. T.T

Oh ya, and I hereby label anything with needles with Ya Hui’s Seal of Disapproval.

Bleh. Okay, actually, I am not afraid of the pain. Technincally speaking, my bracing procedure must have hurt ten thousand times squared to the powder of nine (PR students are famous for their lousy mathematics).

But, I just can’t get over the fact that a needle is pierced into your bare skin. Scary, isn’t it?

My family and my bf have been psychoing me that getting to know your body’s condition is better than not knowing what’s happening. But but but, my dears… What if I get a weird or bad result?!?!?!?!?! And, not to mention I’m a seeham freak, I can’t live without the bloody clam that tastes like shit but is heavenly in the mouth. It’s also known as the breeding haven of Hepaitis B.

*SCREAMS IN DISTRESS*

Okaaaaaay, I am pretty paranoid.

Anyway, all is calm till I face the needle tomorrow. Then I will dissolve into being a blithering idiot. Should any of you wanna provide mental support, please save your gas because the pain and torture will still be on my poor skin that will get penetrated by the evil syringe.

T.T

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