i'm still not believing it. i hope it's gonna be just rumours. that thing about his nose. but the two pictures above look soooo convincing! i could care less about his hair. it's tolerable. but when it comes to nose jobbing, i shrieked! WHAT?! A PLASTIC SURGERY FOR THE NOSE?! sunbae, you nose is pretty sharp already, you know. LOL. come on, 19th may! come faster! i need to see his real nose. LOLOL. i love Choi Minho, still.

walked to the nearest bustop with eyesya and fyda after school. saw 21 from afar. eyesya and I ran and tried to catch the bus. i don't know what's my fault or where did i missed my step. i was running despite the heavy school bag i was carrying on my shoulders and not paying much attention to the grass holes. the next minute that i know, i fell down hard. what i can remember was the sight of me turning back at fyda and saw her shock face of what had just happened. well actually, she did laughed at me. lol ^^ but as soon as she saw me struggling to stand, she quickly come and lend me her hands. in the mean time, eyesya was already in the front door of the bus. fyda walked me slowly to the bus. i think i cried soon after i got on the bus. seriously, i couldn't endure the pain and could feel the pain on my right knee. good enough that i wore petticoat on that so called 'lucky' day. therefore, the wound was not that bad. eyesya & fyda helped with cleaning and washing the wound. i could still laugh and thought about buying bubble tea at that moment. the pain wasn't that bad, that time. after everything finished, i thanked them and we separated for home. i slept all the way to woodlands. the moment i woke up, my left hand could barely move. i tried moving my fingers. it all moved except the middle finger. my knuckles were swollen. i can't think of anything and put my hand under my tudung and went home straight.

i was revising last night, and i tried to write with a pen yet failed. after few minutes of trying, i really were bashed in tears. i gave up and went to bed. the pain gets worse by midnight. ayah helped put some ice to lessen the bloated swelling. i couldn't really sleep. i keep changing sides and keeps shifting the ice cubes bowl. lol. when i woke up this morning, the swelling heals abit and my hand looks better. i keep trying to hold a pen and write. i'm deplorably sad that i couldn't write anything. how would you feel if your only writing hand is not functioning? =.= dad urges me to stop holding a pen as it will just making the swelling worse. but the thought of writing five essays in three hours keep haunting me. how am i gonna do my exams with no hands to write? therefore, i keep trying and trying. and i couldn't stop. it feels so strange doing things using my right hand. like, opening the tap water, brushing teeth, brushing and doing my hair. i couldn't do much. even i need mom to help me for changing. how shameful for a big girl like me to still need her mother's help in changing. but i couldn't care much about it. it was too painful to do every thing by myself. what's more, using my right hand.

i open my book this morning to start my revision again and try ignoring the pain and start writing. i could write this time but the pain was overcomingly creeping through the inside of my left hand. i couldn't bare it at all. i think i tried too hard that i can't now firmly grasp my hand. my middle finger seems to not functioning. i almost lost my mind over this.

i'm going to hospital later on. dad thinks that i need an x-ray. it's either my middle finger is fractured or .. ah well, i'm not supposed to say it. just pray for me, will you? i want to have my exams in peace of mind.

and oh, i know you're wondering how did i type out all this stuff. remember, i still has my right hand. but it feels so weird. i took up almost an hour, actually.

the moral of the story : do not walk on grass holes surfaces.

before i forgot, let's wish my man a happy birthday!

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