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stories biography escapes archives


Overview

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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

Friday, March 06, 2009
LOOK!

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LOOK EVEN CLOSER

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LOOK VERY CLOSELY.

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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...