Overview
An ordinary girl without any super powers. Was born with a few % of Chinese blood. Wore braces and retainers before. Used to be always in her state of trance. Gets distracted easily by the surroundings. Always have ridiculousweird
dreams, not wet dreams. Family/relatives call me Nurul. Friends call me Jannah. And i definitely believe that it takes more muscle to frown than to smile =D
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Sunday, March 22, 2009
POOR GUY.
in case you don't know, that's my younger brother, named Muhd Ridha.
he met with an accident with a motorcycle last week after school.
happened on the bus stop 28 where there's a divider.
according to him, he crossed in front of a bus and he didn't notice an oncoming motorcycle beside the bus.
so that's how the bike hit him, and got him rolling down the road which caused him to bang his head and then had a minor concussion.
he had some abrasions as well on his head and knees but they all dried up already.
as you can see, his right arm is bandaged, not cast.
there's no hairline crack on any of his hands but since he's still in a growing state, his bones are still soft and hence he got his arms bandaged just for support.
well, thankfully the Eurasian guy who hit him wasn't speeding. and THANKFULLY it wasn't any Macdonald bikers who thinks the road belonged to their fathers.
Luckily, he's all fine now. perfectly alrite :)
he's going back to school tomorrow with bandaged arms. and will definitely be surrounded by people who witnessed the accident.
as for me, in case you're still wondering what happened to my stitches, it just leaves a hideous scar on my forehead. if you don't really look into it, some people don't even notice it. but i find it very obvious la. i'm so going for laser treatment when i grow up.
Friday, March 06, 2009
LOOK!
LOOK EVEN CLOSER
LOOK VERY CLOSELY.
painful? VERY.
When it happened?
Wednesday. 4 march 2009, 8.30am, during our PE period.
What happened?
We were doing a reaction drill whereby me and my partner have to face each other and try to touch each others knees. Without any warning, we both bent down at the same time and knocked into each others heads. Unfortunately for me, my forehead hit her head with great force.
at first, i felt water dripping down my face which i thought was my sweat from the previous 2 rounds around the track. but then, when i removed my hand from my forehead, i saw cherry-red coloured blood encompassing my palm.
the great impact made me feel like fainting and everywhere around me seemed so blur. my partner then pulled me to my teacher and i stayed strong by just sitting down, lift my head, and closed my eyes.
even more blood was gushing out from the wound and it trickled down my face and eyes, dripping down my chin and flowed down my neck. in malay "darah meleleh2"
worse, i was facing the track where people who ran pass me could see my monstrous face.
according to my friends, there was really a lot of blood. after my teacher cleaned my face, i saw the uncountable amount of gauze used, soiled with blood.
my PE teacher, Mr Bernard Tan then bandage my forehead to apply direct pressure. i felt much better then. but of course, i was still bearing the pain.
THEN?
He brought me to the nearest clinic first but the doctor referred me to SGH since they have a specialist for skin care.
i had to do a urine test and when i was in the toilet, i took an opportunity to see my wound. only me, mr tan and the doctor witnessed my terrible cut.
i received an injection on my left hand to prevent any infection on the wound. this just reminds me of the pri 6 injection.
after that, i had to go for an X-ray, in case i fractured my skull. thankfully, there's no hairline fracture. thank you milk.
so i went in for my stitches. the doctor bused me 3 times and i think the buse didn't spread properly cause when he poke the needle, i can feel the sharp point of the needle.
he pulled my skin like nobody's business and i laid there helplessly bearing the pain of the needle. luckily, i only felt the sharp point on certain parts of my face.
i received 7 stitches.
then Mr Tan sent me back home. I'm really sorry Mr Tan for causing you trouble. And I'm really sorry 1s25 girls cause you all have to run 8 rounds around the track, just because you all were handed over to another teacher.
i'm going to SGH again this Monday to open up the stitches. looks like i have to take an early leave on that day.
how exactly i got a cut just by hitting somebody's head remains a mystery. it's not like as if she was wearing a hairband of hair clip. it was just her head. interesting eh?
lesson learnt. never be too hyperactive during PE.
*scar, please go away...
Sunday, March 01, 2009
HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY ZAID!!!! [28th Feb]
my PINK Nike shoes.
my PE teacher labelled me as "The girl in shocking shoes".
Zaid said he felt like puking once he saw my bright, striking coloured shoes.
pffffttt..! i don't care. i still love my favorite coloured shoes which is my birthday gift from my aunt and uncle.
people who don't love pink will definitely not like it. haha. but people who are obsessed in pink, will go crazy over it.
RAINBOW.
it has been raining in the evening nowadays and good luck to those people who don't bring umbrella to school. i'm a good girl. i listen to my mama and will always bring umbrella wherever i go. (yeah, rite)
i'm really sorry to the 2 people from Iza's class who had recently lost their fathers. just stay strong and let fate be on the hands of our god. don't let your emotions affect your daily lives and make your daddy proud by doing your very best for your olevels. :)
last friday, our school had the Parent-teacher dialogue session and while the parents had the talk made by the principal, we the children, had to go to the lecture room for our GP lesson. and i even prepared myself with lecture book and GP materials and all we did in the room was watch a movie called "Rwanda Hotel". that's all. i think that's the best lecture i ever had. the movie reminded me of our Social studies lesson where we had to do SBQ question on that country.
we went to Arab Street just now to have our breakfast cum lunch at Wisuri. heard of it before? neither do i. due to my grumbling stomach, i just gobbled up any dishes my mom ordered. plain rice with lots of dishes like rendang, sotong, pucuk ubi etc etc.
i'm so begging my mom to go Arab Street again to buy cloth their. i fell in love with some beautifully designed cloths for raya this year. haha. advanced planning.
alrite2. i have to go and do my econs homework now. damn.
i must love econs. i must love econs. i must love econs. i must love econs. i hate econs.