Itch

I hate itch. The moment you start scratching, the itch gets worse.

Recently, I have developed a funny rash. The skin around my neck began to feel really itchy initially. I began scratching away, thinking that it is caused by my hair poking around my neck. However, the next day, my body began to itch. This time, I put it down to dry skin, since the weather here in Glasgow is getting colder.

However, exactly a week ago, after coming back from a late shift at work, I realised that my whole body was covered with red little dots of rash. I was feeling super duper itchy. Nothing I do could help to reduce the itch. The rash also started to spread down both my arms the next day.

I became worried. Allergy? nah...neither did I use any new creams, nor eat anything different. Bed bug? Well, bugs won't bite me in this fashion. I was clueless. I did not feel ill at all. The only thing I had was a sorethroat which went away within an hour or so.

My whole neck area was (and still is) filled with red patches. I had to be careful with my clothes, so that I can hide the rashes . Otherwise, ppl would think that I'm suffering from a contagious disease (with the rash).

Clarythine did not help to relieve the itchiness. I decided to take Piriton instead, which worked wonders! Unfortunately, Piriton made me so drowsy that I felt so miserable trying to work and finish my jobs at the same time. hehe. Even the nurse in the hospital noticed that I looked so sleepy. But at least the rash is reduced. Not so red anymore and not too itchy. Tiny red dots are still visible though.

I think this rash could be a viral thingy or maybe just stress-related rash?? I dunno.

Intriguing

Fracture of the penis.

hmmm....intriguing eh? How could this happen? There is no bone at the penis....so how could you possibly "fracture" it?

After doing my homework about this, I learnt that fracture of the penis is defined as the rupture of the tunica albuginea of the corpus cavernosum secondary to trauma. Lets go into the anatomy of the penis for awhile. The penis is made of a few erectile tissues , i.e., corpus cavernosum (left and right) and the corpus spongiosum. The tunica albuginea covers the corpus cavernosum. During an erection, these tissues enlarge, which causes the tunica albuginea to become thin and stiff. At this point, the penis is vulnerable to injury.

Fracture of the penis is not common. Any sudden blunt trauma or bending of an erect penis can tear the thin tunica albuginea, resulting in a fracture.It usually occurs during sexual intercourse. (Don't think I'm going to explain how it can get bent...use your imagination). Apparently, you would be able to hear a "cracking" sound when the fracture occurs. Oh my, it sounds really painful, doesn't?? If the injury is severe, the urethra maybe damaged as well. (The urethra is a tube that carries urine from the bladder to the external). Urgent treatment of the fractured penis is required, otherwise, it may become deformed. Although complications from this injury is not common, they include erectile dysfunction and painful erections in the future.

So people, please be don't be too rough during sexual intercourse...the last thing you want is having a fractured penis and spoiling everything.

Just Hours Before Death

Have you ever heard that a dying man is usually more active just before he/she dies?? I think that statement is very true.

I was involved in a care of a dying man recently. He was not speaking much when I first met him. Most of the time, he tends to mumble to himself. The last day he was alive, this person became quite talkative and, in fact, verbally abusive.

I remember asking the patient how he feels. He just told me to leave him alone. Then, later on, he began to vomit a number of times and I decided to keep a closer eye on him. As I started to count his heart rate (by feeling for his pulse just about his wrist), he started scolding me. He said, "What are you doing, you stupid bitch!"

It was funny. I was actullay not offended. But the fact that a man could be suddenly so talkative. A few of my friends have told me about their experiences with the dying person and most of their stories did mention that the patients were more active on the day of their death. Weird eh?

2 looonnnng weeks again...

Its the weekend. But I'm working. Again. =(

Why do I seem to be working every weekend? hmmm...I just did night on-calls over the weekend about 2 weeks ago. And I had the weekend off after that week of nights. Last week, I was at work from 8-9 on Monday and Friday. It was tiring because I did not have much time to recover from my deranged sleeping habit. And I SO totally missed the first junior doctors night out held on Friday nite, because of my shift and culture. It was to celebrate our first paycheck. keke.

Anyway, I will be having the next weekend off, but unfortunately the Monday after that weekend, I start a 2 week long working days.....AGAIN!!! urgh!! I MISS MY WEEKENDS!!!

Wished I was a student now...hehe...

PAY DAY! PAY DAY!! =D

Did I just say "Pay Day"?

YES YES YES YES!!!!

hehe =D

I'm so happy. It was pay day on the 31st August 2006. And, of course, it was the Independence Day for Malaysia. (Although I am faraway, but I still have Malaysia in my heart). Selamat belated-Hari Kebangsaan folks!

Anyway, back to my pay day. See, this is my first proper job (I worked as a food server before). And to be paid after a few weeks of hard work really felt great!

Everyone at work was so excited. Rumours were spreading that our salary will be banked into the account at 12am automatically. So, I waited patiently till about 11pm. But I was dead tired and as usual, ended up falling asleep on the table. The next time I woke up it was about 4 something in the morning. And I remembered that I wanted to check how much I was being paid.

I quickly logged onto my bank account and was so happy to see my first salary!! I am now (hopefully) financially independent now. hehe. The good thing is the first salary is tax-free. Mind you, the tax here is rather high.

My friend and I decided to celebrate out first pay by having dinner at TGIF. The food was certainly much better than TGIF in KL. The atmosphere was great and for the first time, I actually did not feel guilty paying 20 quid for my meal. haha.

Conduitogram? Ileogram??

Have I got you clueless over there?

There are just so many words that end with -ogram. Kilogram, histogram, etc.

But what is a conduitogram or even an ileogram??

During a particular ward round this week, I was asked by a senior doctor to request a conduitogram for a patient. I was like, "sorry, what did you say?" The doctor repeated himself and I was still left dumbstruck. hehe. Silly me. But I have never heard of the word conduitogram, ever in my life so far. Later on during the day, the word fistulogram came up. Again, I was like, "What?!"

hehe....but fear not, I have now got the idea of the words ending with -ogram. They basically mean some form of investigative procedure, involving an x-ray and radioactive dye, to check for any holes or obstruction related to the organ or tissue. For example, a fistul-ogram. Fistul, comes from the word fistula, which is an abnormal connection between 2 organs. So, a fistulogram means investigating the fistula to check for any holes. If the dye leaks out of the fistula, hence, a hole is present within the fistula and that needs to be fixed.

Hope I did not get you ppl confused. But I surely have improved my vocabulary....keke.

Don Quixote

Heard this name before? If you haven't, let me introduce you to Don Quixote de la Mancha, a man whose aim in life is to undo evil and protect the weak. He feels that his good deeds will glorify the woman of his imagination......(he turned his faithful servant girl into the love of his dreams).

Anyway, my friends and I decided to catch a ballet performance titled "Don Quixote" during the Edinburgh Festival on Sunday. I have watched ballet in the past and I, particularly enjoyed "The Swan Lake." Unfortunately, this ballet performance made all of us clueless and sleepy. I have to admit that we all did not know what the show was about. Most of the time, after every scene, my friends and I would end up discussing and creating our own interpretation of the ballet. It was funny...we all thought that this man is abit loose in his brain....probably having a bit of dementia as well. =P

When we first entered the theatre, most seats were taken up except for the cheap ones (like the one we bought). This was the first time Don Quixote was performed in the festival. Anyway, a scene is always follwed by a short interval. By the end of the first scene, a tall guy sitting in front of my friend left the theatre for good. Guess he thought it was boring. During the 2nd interval, a group of girls who were sitting in front of us left as well. hmmm....hope you get the picture of how clueless everyone was about the performance. keke

When the show finally ended with the lead character dead, we left immediately (just can't wait to breathe the fresh air outside and see the sun). A man who was making his way out looked at us and said, "Oh, did you guys get the booklet? (refering to the programme book on Don Quixote)" I shook my head in response. And he continued, "Here you are, you can have mine. I do not need it anymore." I thanked him for the book.

I do not know what did you guys think about what happened. For me, I thought maybe it was just a convenient way for him to get rid of the book because it would be a waste to dump it into the bin. But at the same time, maybe we all looked so "blur." =D haha....whatever it is, I'm glad to say that our interpretation of the ballet was right on track except for a few scenes. But, I think I have enough of ballet for now.

Bad Venflon Days

Let me first tell you what is a venflon. It is a needle-like plastic tube that sits in a vein to allow drugs to be given intravenously or to start a drip (where you get extra fluid into your body). In order to insert a venflon into a vein, a lot of skill and experience is required.

Throughout my 7 days of night shifts, I have been inserting venflons into numerous patients everyday. The minimum venflons per day was about 2, and there was one night, where there were nearly 10 venflons to be inserted! Venflons are easier to insert in those with big fat cracking veins compared to those with small veins.

You would imagine that after having so many practice over the night, I should not face much difficulty when asked to insert one in the future (unless of course the patient has really no veins palpable or visible). However, last night (which was my last night of night shift), I faced great difficulty. I had to try about 3 times in a lady before I'd finally managed to get it done. And there was a man with a big visible vein, and I failed on 2 occasions.

ARrgghhh!!

It was really frustrating. I was suffering from a Bad Venlfon Day, and this made me feel really shit because I was meant to be more experienced...I have been doing it for the whole week!! sigh...oh well, I think it was because my mind was sunconsciously smiling away because it was the last night. So there was lack of concentration? Whatever. Doesn't matter anymore....need to retire to bed early. My eyes are nearly half shut. Good night.

No Sense of Urgency

My Thursday night on-call made me realise that some people just do not have the sense of urgency.

A patient developed post-ERCP pancreatitis, and she was in a lot of pain despite being prescribed with pethidine and a few more painkillers. She was mean to go down to the X-ray department at about 8 pm to check for perforation (which is when you find a hole in the abdominal organ). A clerk from the x-ray dept called back saying that there are about 20 patients in front of her. The doctor in charged told the clerk that this is urgent because the patient looks rather unwell.

However 6 hours later, I was paged by the nurse looking after that patient. The patient's blood pressure dropped quite significantly and her urine output was very low. The patient was also in a lot of pain and was feeling sick. I was like, "shit." I made my way up to the ward quickly and assessed the patient. She was quite tender at her abdomen. I asked if the x-ray was done, and guess what? The answer was NO.

I was like what?! Those 20 ppl in front of her should have all been cleared. Her condition does not seem too good and a perforation really need to be reuled out. So the nurse called the x-ray dept and they quickly made their way up to get the patient. Thank god the patient did not have any perforation.

Talk about inefficiency man. They did not realise the urgency of the x-ray. What if she really had a perforation?? Patient may die. Therefore, the moral of the story is an urgent thing really is URGENT!

The Quietest Night So Far...

My 5th night on call was, by far, the quietest night I have experienced. I was glad it was quiet. But there is a superstition which states that if you a quiet night the day before, you'll have a busy night the next day. hmmm...so I shall see what happens tonight. Hope nothing untoward takes place. *fingers crossed *toes crossed too.

The night started off quite weird. A nurse asked me to prescribe an antiepileptic drug for a patient. An oral drug has already been prescribed. However, the patient was not allowed to have anything through his mouth, so therefore, his drug have to be given in a different route other than the mouth. I looked up the drug guidebook produced by the hospital. I could not find any drug that matches the patient's oral antiepileptic. I asked if he can give the drug through the patient's rectum, and the answer I got back was, "Do you think if you were the patient , you would like to have your rectum stuck with a pill after bowel surgery?" I was speechless and just agreed that I would not like to take my medication through that method.

Another problem was some of the drugs which I thought were suitable was not stocked in the drug cabinet. sigh. There is no way the patient can miss his dose of the antiepileptic drug, because his epilepsy was never well controlled. I decided to seek help from a senior doctor on call. And she felt funny that the patient was not allowed to have his drug orally, especially when the patient is not vomiting or anything. So after much discussion, she said to just give the patient orally. I told the nurse the instruction from the senior doctor, and boy he was not too happy. I don't know about you, but I thought this whole issue was abit weird. I do not know much about prescribing antiepileptics and I was worried that the patient may go into an attack if I gave the wrong medication. haha.

Oh well, the rest of the night was filled with calls to prescribe pain relief and to look at a few patients who developed fever. I had about 1 hour of silence, in which I dozed off on the table for about 30mins and had toast with a cup of tea, prepared by a nurse. hehe.

Ok la...i'm counting down to my weekend! Just 2 more nights to go.

Two Deaths in A Night

Yesterday night was an awkward day for me. When I first arrived for work, there was an elderly lady whose condition was deteriorating. I started to panic. At that point, the patient was for resuscitation. I was worried that I would be called in the event of a cardiac arrest, which will be my first real life experience as a newly grad doc....quite scary to be honest, regardless of how many times I have gone through the immediate life support algorithm during exams. However, a decision was made not to resuscitate her later on.

The lady finally did not make it till the next morning and passed away peacefully. It was such a sad occasion, as she was surrounded by a big group of family members, consisting of children and grandchildren. Everyone was in tears. I felt so sorry for them because the death was really unexpected. I was asked to certify her death.

Earlier on, before this incident, another man died as well. I was also asked to certify his death.

Approaching a dead person was quite awkward. I know what are the steps required to pronounce the person's death. But when faced with the situation I was actually rather nervous. It was really weird listening to a dead person's heart and chest. It was not totally silent. I could still hear some funny gurgling sounds. The person was also very cold to touch. And actually, while examining the patient, I was thinking, what if this person is not actually dead yet?? Would his spirit be agitated while I examine him/her?? It was really awkward. I was not really invovled in the care of these two deceased people. So I was not really upset about it.

Two deaths in a day's work....quite a sad day for those families. My condolences to them. As for me, I think I would be more comfortable touching the dead after today. Off to bed now.

Isn't A Wonder?

Isn't a wonder when everything don't seem to go right?

I kind of give up on some issues in life at the moment. Everyone starts complaining to me, that so and so has done this, why didn't you try to stop he/she. Everyone has their side of story. Only those who were involved would know what actually happened between them. One would say he/she said abcd, while the other person would say he/she said wxyz. So all I can do is listen and stay neutral in both issues, apologise to the person who felt hurt and advice the other not to repeat the thing anymore, or vice versa. But at the same time, both parties are not happy and frustrated with the way things are. I agree that an arguement will never solve the problem. And either way, I feel both are at fault for arguing with each other.

So, I am left with a dilemma which no one would understand. Everyone thinks that I'm trying to runaway. But in actual fact, I am not. I just am clueless as to what else I can do. If the other person does not want to listen to my ideas, for f*** sake, I can't do anything about it!! Or if the other person choose to continue informing about his/her thoughts or feelings, I can't do much about it either because the situation is already as it is. There is no way of changing back whatever happened. I mean, yes, I understand that everyone is feeling rubbish about the whole thing, but can't you guys just see through my situation?? Do you think it is so simple to listen and not react emotionally to what you guys said?? Isn't a wonder why you people just can't leave me in peace?? I am human too you know.

For the past few days, I felt absolutely miserable. And no one would ever get how I feel unless they are in my shoes. Honestly, don't start advising me that I should express my feelings (which I have tried and have always ended in arguement with either parties). Everyday, I just can't stop looking back at what has happened. But, I know that only time will let me cope with all these bumps in life.

I got to leave for work soon. Isn't a wonder how the brain switches off troubled thoughts away from these things during work? I hope that would be the case, at least! Otherwise, I would not be able to function properly tonight.

Knackered

KNACKERED, is the best word to describe myself now. I am currently working night shifts for 7 days, and I am so knackered. Yet, I have only done 3 days of them. My eyes are stinging in pain and my mouth is dry because of lack of hydration. =( My shift is worth 12 hours long or more, depending on whether there were alot to do. I begin my journey to the hospital at 7.30pm to get ready for work, which starts at 8.30pm.

From 8.30 onwards, I have never had much opportunity to sit, drink or eat. The workload was just going constantly. From prescribing drugs to persuading patients to not run away from the hospital in the middle of the night, the type of jobs I faced during the night are rather funny sometimes. Just last night, I had to deal with a man who said the monitor that check the patient's vital signs is a gun?!

My pager just cant stop bleeping. It is worse especially when I'm in the ward in the middle of the night, when suddenly the pager starts to ring. The silence in the night is broken and you can hear patients grumbling in the background. *oppss...sorry!

Everyday, I only managed about 4 hours of sleep. And I just have to pull myself out of bed and stuff something down my throat, so that I wont get hungry later. But anyhow, I shall not complain too much, as I am sure there are many other people out there who are working far harder than me.

*Dusting *Wiping * Vacuuming

*dusting I have not been blogging for about more than 2 weeks now. I didn't manage to get my broadband fixed till today!! =) I'm so happy that I could finally surf the internet from home whenever I want. *wiping I felt like "a frog under a coconut shell" since the last time I was connected to the internet. Imagine, I did not even know that there was a huge masterplan at the Heathrow airport till I picked up the newspaper left in the subway the other day. *vacuuming

*dusting (again, it is so dusty here)

During these few weeks, I've managed to use the computer in the library/wards to send emails. The computer in the library was alright, but I could not send any emails from my yahoo account. Moreover, the library closes at 5pm, which is when I finish work as well...so not much opportunity to use them. On the other hand, the computer in the ward was super slow! *wiping

Anyway, my broadband is finally here! So I'll keep this place as up to date as I can!

*vacuuming (finally, this site is clean and back to normal again!)

Goodbye Dundee... Welcome Glasgow

Dundee. I first arrived here 2 years ago. I found the place very peaceful and quiet. Finding my way around was not too difficult, to be honest, because Dundee is blessed with an efficient transportation system. However, 2 years down the road, it is time for me to leave this place. My room in no. 140 has been my cosy nest until I completed my studies. Although the room is usually cold, I still found my room comfy and nice.

In just 2 hours time, I will be moving away from Dundee for good. I have moved most of my things to my room in Glasgow. The rent there is certainly more expensive than here. Glasgow, I do not know why I choose to go there in the first place. Probably should have just stayed on in Dundee. Everything will be new to me there, the tranportation system does not appear to be organised either. sigh.

But, whatever it is, I cant look back at my decision to move to Glasgow. I can only welcome myself to Glasgow with an open heart. And keep my fingers (and toes) crossed that everything will not be too much of a hassle for me. hehe.

Goodbye Dundee...My heart is so heavy to leave..

and Hello Glasgow...hope you'll be kind to me.

Homesick =(

*sob *sob *sob

I MISS HOME!!!

I AM FEELING BLUE!!!

I WANNA GO HOME!!!

sigh...I dunno why this time, I left Malaysia with such a heavy, dreading feeling.

The sadness in me is more than the first time I flew to UK.

I guess, the reason is because, this time I'll be staying by myself, without any close friends. Most of my friends are working in different parts of Glasgow.

I will be living in a brand new place, out of my comfort zone. I know Dundee very well, now I have to familiarise myself with the transportation system in Glasgow.

On top of that, my holiday in Malaysia is too short.

Sometimes I feel, why bother torturing yourself to work away from home? Nothing beats being at home, with family and friends.

Oh well, I hope I'll get better when I become busier. Although I know I won't be worked as hard as my fellow colleagues in Malaysia (they have alot of oncalls and long working hours), I still dread the responsibility to work. sigh.

*sob *sob *sob

Continuation from the previous blog...

Day 10 : Began packing. Meant to watch Pirates of the Carribean with mum, but she's too busy. Ended up visiting the new tesco near my house and ate Twisties for lunch. After that, headed to Giant to buy some groceries and went home. Had vindaloo curry for dinner. And went back to packing...luggage was weighing at 24 kg (overload)!

Day 11 : Woke up in the morning, dreading the coming flight. Repacked my luggage. Ah, now it is about 21 kg. Went out for brunch wif su ann. I'll surely miss her. Came home, added some last min things into my bag. Had my shower and was ready to go. Ate char kuay teow before I left for the airport. By about 4.30pm, I was on my way dy. Found out that my flight was delayed for 30mins. Flew off officially at 8pm.

There you go. My short trip in Malaysia. I will miss you!

11 days in Malaysia is TOO short

11 days in Malaysia is just way too short. My holiday in KL is going to end soon on Thursday 7.30 pm when I begin my long journey back to UK. Time flies when you are enjoying yourself. Everyday, I just have some many things I want to DO, I want to EAT and many people whom I want to MEET. Sometimes, I wished the day has 25 hours. =) Let me summarise what I did for the past few days since arrival.

Day 01 : Touched down in KL. Had mamak. Surfed internet till 6 am due to jetlag.

Day 02 : Woke up late. Rushed to get an instant passport sized photo for visa application. Sent in application. Had dinner at Ampang Yong Tau Fu.

Day 03 : Outing with my good fren. Shopping, and ate Sushi King after so many months. Had yummy onde-onde.

Day 04 : Send computer for repair. Had lunch with mum's friend at Manhattan Fish Market. The food was excellent. Night, had dinner with old school mate.

Day 05 : Met housemate for breakfast. Had dimsum. Yummy again. =P Afternoon, went shopping at Isetan (coz there was a 3-day member's sale). Night, met cousin bro for dinner. Had Balinese food. Yummy too.

Day 06 : Sorted out those photos taken during my family trip to the UK. Went to Midvalley to get them developed. Met with an old friend. Continued shopping till evening. Managed to get new shoes (need comfy one since will be standing and running around alot). Had dinner at mamak with family.

Day 07 : Had the famous pan mien near my house. Then headed to Ikano. Had a hair makeover. Went home. Met up with 2 good old school mates at mamak.

Day 08 : Morning stayed at home. Went to JPJ. Lucky me, the queue wasn't long. I managed to renew my driving licence and applied an international one. Collected my notebook from the HP center. Had Genki sushi....oh, Genki sushi beats Sushi King hands down!! =) Accompanied mum and cousin sis shopping.

Day 09 : Dentist appointment. Arrived late to meet my good friend. Kena maki. Accompanied her shopping. Then had Genki again! hehe..but it was good! Then shopped abit more. And went to Ampang Point to get some stuff. Dinner with friends in KLCC.

Day 10 and 11 : Will update soon. =)

Wished my holidays were longer. I start work on Monday! So sien. I think when I'm back in UK, I'll be a wee bit depressed. Firstly, no close ppl around and secondly, I have to take up new responsiblities and will officially stopped being a student!!

I Got A New Gadget!

tee hee!! yay!! I got myself a new camera today!! =)

Well, if you have read my previous blogs, I was responsible for the death of my beloved Casio Exilim. But today, I found a new love, that is my lovely Panasonic FX01. It is a really solid camera with 6 megapixels and 3.6 times optical zoom. I was actually contemplating to get the 10x zoom Panasonic camera instead of this one. However, after much thought, I think the FX01 is more suitable for me because I hardly use my zoom, and moreover, the FX01 is a wide angle cam, which means I can snap bigger pics of scenery or group pics! cool eh?

I bought my camera from Midvalley. The boss of the shop was really kind and nice. I was allowed to develop a few photos from different cameras, so that I will be able to compare the quality of pics easily. The deal she offerred was reasonable too. Rm1500 for the camera, extra battery and all the other small accessories. It was, in fact, cheaper than my Casio Exilim.

The battery is now charging. Hope to start snapping pictures with my brand new camera tomorrow!

B I A T C H

I went to Midvalley megamall today. It wasn't too late in the afternoon, or rather the afternoon has just started by the time I arrived at the parking lot. I drove to P2, and was surprised to find that the parking space was rather full.

I circled a few times around all the possible parking bays from A - F, but no luck. There were many cars in the same boat as me, looking for a place to park their cars. I decided to park in a parking lane and wait for someone to get their car. No luck again. Those who went to retrieve their cars were not in my lane and even if I did follow them to their car, someone else was already waiting there. It was like a competition as to who gets the spot first. hehe

I was really surprised that the parking lot was so full. I mean it is a weekday, don't everyone need to go to school or work?? Weird. Anyway, I did manage to follow 2 women to their cars, but all I got was a wave from them, indicating that they are just dumping their things in the car and going to shop for more. Sigh.

My tummy was rumbling due to hunger. As I was about to give up, I spotted a woman walking towards her car. I quickly followed here and turned on my signal light to inform everyone that I'm waiting for that lot. I felt relieved. But suddenly (a few seconds later), this green kancil with a lady driver turned into the lane and turned on her indicator lights too!!! WTF?!

I only had 2 options:
1. Continue to wait and drive into the lot the moment the car is out of the space. (but what if the green kancil does that too? My car would probably bang into hers)

2. Let the green kancil take the parking lot. I'll drive away like a sore loser but cursing F*** while doing that, and see if I can find another space.

Being the usual tolerant and kind, but easily bullied person, I decided to opt for no. 2. Why? Bcoz I was driving my parents' new car. And if I did manage to fight for that parking lot, my car would probably end up with scratches or a punctured tyre. So to avoid the unnecessary scoldings from my parents and the subsequent stress, I think option 2 was the best. But seriously, that lady in the green kancil is a BIATCH, BITCH, & A F***ING IDIOT!

So I drove away (still cursing that lady just now) and within a few mins, I finally got a spot for my car. *phew. I was seriously thinking of paying the RM 1 parking and head to somewhere else. It was nearly 1pm that time. Midvalley really has a bad parking system. Too limited.

I have never experienced such bad luck in Midvalley before. Later only it occurred to me that, it was a Wednesday (half price to catch a movie) and probably alot of ppl from aboard are back home in KL for the summer break.

After parking my car, I was not very hungry anymore. But I still indulged myself in Sushi King with my good friend. =)