This is gonna be slow and painful, as I can only type with one hand. Damn. It's currently 6.34pm. And so it goes, today's story, as we head down to memory lane, and it has been seemingly interesting.
But first, about the hand. The kettle wasn't functioning so I had to use the traditional one instead. Abah wanted his coffee, so yeah, hot water is needed. Anyways when it was done, I wanted to lift it up to pour the water lah kan, which required me to move the handle upwards. And then came the splash. It was just small/tiny/a little, but the over-the-top hot boiling water splashed onto my left thumb that sent me jumping in pain and frantically searching for something cold. And so came the ice. Sure, you say, just a little splash right, bukannya mcm smpi melecur, but but but, it is excruciatingly painful enough. Really. I tried to just let it be, but it hurts so much I feel like crying. No, seriously. Must've been really hot eh. It was. Which is why I am now typing with only one hand, trying to make full use of every finger and occasionally dipping and undipping my other hand in cold water. !@#%^*&$%@ Gila sakit lah okay. And the fever's making it worse. 411: Due to extreme harassment and deadly threats, I manage to get fever. Isn't that something? Hah. And now, hello red thumb.
Sigh -_-'
I accidentally closed the window awhile reading a blog of a friend's. So it is now 7.00 pm. My other hand still hurts like hell. Maybe I should take some painkillers, oh god, which reminds me, I need to take my meds, an Aerius and a Neurofen perhaps. It'll help with the fever.
Sigh -_-'
It's over now. I hope it is. Over. For good. I happened after lunch, at almost two. His mum came to take the phone and give me some stuff back, which I didn't see coming. Ran home quickly (we met at the junction, away from my house) and went straight to my room and locked the door. There they were, each and everything, that I gave him, espcially those letters. Oh those letters. You see, I'm a hopeless romantic, so yeah, I was the one making and giving cards for every occasion, writing poems and letters and eventually, get my heart broken, over and over again. As I opened the box ans went through all those letters, I felt sad. Well, kinda. I mean, who wouldn't? Having to go back to memory lane, remembering the good old times, the laughs and the cries. The cries. The cries. But I went through it, I ripped everything in pieces and threw it all away except for a few things, nothing important. Glad that's over now.
God I feel like cutting my thumb off! Sakitnyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :'( I don't feel like blogging anymore. Not now. Maybe later.
But first, about the hand. The kettle wasn't functioning so I had to use the traditional one instead. Abah wanted his coffee, so yeah, hot water is needed. Anyways when it was done, I wanted to lift it up to pour the water lah kan, which required me to move the handle upwards. And then came the splash. It was just small/tiny/a little, but the over-the-top hot boiling water splashed onto my left thumb that sent me jumping in pain and frantically searching for something cold. And so came the ice. Sure, you say, just a little splash right, bukannya mcm smpi melecur, but but but, it is excruciatingly painful enough. Really. I tried to just let it be, but it hurts so much I feel like crying. No, seriously. Must've been really hot eh. It was. Which is why I am now typing with only one hand, trying to make full use of every finger and occasionally dipping and undipping my other hand in cold water. !@#%^*&$%@ Gila sakit lah okay. And the fever's making it worse. 411: Due to extreme harassment and deadly threats, I manage to get fever. Isn't that something? Hah. And now, hello red thumb.
Sigh -_-'
I accidentally closed the window awhile reading a blog of a friend's. So it is now 7.00 pm. My other hand still hurts like hell. Maybe I should take some painkillers, oh god, which reminds me, I need to take my meds, an Aerius and a Neurofen perhaps. It'll help with the fever.
Sigh -_-'
It's over now. I hope it is. Over. For good. I happened after lunch, at almost two. His mum came to take the phone and give me some stuff back, which I didn't see coming. Ran home quickly (we met at the junction, away from my house) and went straight to my room and locked the door. There they were, each and everything, that I gave him, espcially those letters. Oh those letters. You see, I'm a hopeless romantic, so yeah, I was the one making and giving cards for every occasion, writing poems and letters and eventually, get my heart broken, over and over again. As I opened the box ans went through all those letters, I felt sad. Well, kinda. I mean, who wouldn't? Having to go back to memory lane, remembering the good old times, the laughs and the cries. The cries. The cries. But I went through it, I ripped everything in pieces and threw it all away except for a few things, nothing important. Glad that's over now.
God I feel like cutting my thumb off! Sakitnyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :'( I don't feel like blogging anymore. Not now. Maybe later.
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