The first time was front.
And last night was back.
During care group time. In Dataran Sejarah's playground.
Why am I making a big fuss out of this?
I always fall down ever since I was young.
I tripped at most parts of my house.
Every house I live in.
There was a night, when I was about 13, I tripped over in the Bukit Beruang house.
My dinner joined me.
The delicious curry chicken flew together with the vegetable....
*PIAK* they fell on the floor. Oily.
And my mum screamed from the kitchen.
"Don't need eat dinner already!!"
So sad :(( :((
I wasn't fat, yet!
*self-defense! self-defense!*
Then there was another time when I slipped.
I was in primary school.
One morning, I took my shower.
Then, I covered myself in towels and walked back to my room.
My mum had just finished mopping the cement floor.
I was just few steps away from my room door.
Then I fell.
Knocked my head at the sharp point of a table (still alive in my current house).
Was bleeding.
My mum ran to my rescue and to the doctor.
Got the wound sewed.
I got a sweet for not screaming! Whee~
If you read this post and saw me next time, come close to me.
I can show you the wound. It's right there.
The wound was right above my left eyeball. The eyebrows side.
If God hadn't save me, I would have been blind
T____T
When I was a baby, my father's sister wants to take care of me.
So she brought me to KL.
And here comes that scary part.
I fell down from the two fleets of stairs in my aunt's home.
My mum freaked out when she heard of the news.
So you see...
Falling down is a problem to me.
Carelessness? I agree!
Unintelligent? That's right!
More precise? Just stupid.
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