Still acting like a baby.

 Every females' 'good' friend came to visit today. Cramps almost killed me. Left the house early to head to Clementi Mall before going to school, to help mummy to buy some stuffs. Was suppose to shop for daddy's new year clothes because he did not buy any yet. But seriously, i do not know how to shop for something that he would like, and at the same time, suitable for him. So i text-ed mummy for help. She then called me and gave me a lecture on mixing up collared shirts with polo t-shirts. "Shirt is shirt. T-shirt is t-shirt." Okay...I was really pekcek because all tops to me are called shirts. And t-shirts is just a longer name for shirts. Then polo is a top with collar. So to me polo = collared tee. What's wrong with my simple thinking?!?!? >;C 

I just kept quiet throughout because i didn't want to argue with her, and because the cramps was already killing me. And the cramps just lead to muscle aches in my leg. Sigh, sucks to be me.

 

 Yesterday's. Finger turn red and blue-ish black. Internal bleeding happened right away.

Today

Say hi to my bruised finger. I'm damn scared now that the blood under my nail will cause it to turn black someday, and then it will drop off. :S That's damn disgusting. Toe nail still can hide. But if my index finger is nail-less how to hide?!

If you are kaypoh..here's a long story of what happened and how i acted like a baby.

 I was helping mummy with the kittens' dinner. I went to get more water cause it wasn't enough. When i was balancing the box of water, a strong gust of wind just blew the door. Since i was still on my way out of the kitchen, and didn't want the door to slam onto me, i stretched out my left hand in an attempt to stop the slamming door. (without looking because i was concentrating on not spilling the water)

To my horror! The freaking door slammed right into my index finger! %^$&*(&*%%##!@OUCH(*^*%$#$#@#$%@!

I was shocked that it was so painful because the door was quite light. Why the impact so huge?!

So anyway, i was like OUCH~! Then i crouched down and held onto my little finger which was experiencing pain pain pain pain PAIN. Nobody cared even though i said 'ouch' so loudly. I complained to my brother and he just laughed and say something mean, so to cut it short, he meant orh-bi-good. Argh. Fine. Then I gave the kittens their water and i complained to them. They too, ignored me.

Then the most baby-ish thing happened. Tears ran down my face. I'm not sure whether it was the pain or the fact that nobody cared. But after a few teardrops i found it really silly, when even my kittens don't give a damn. (Sigh) So i wiped the tears and then went off to care for my poor finger myself.

After awhile, i still wanted someone to at least show some concern you know?! Then i told my mum. And while telling, my voice cracked. (so i guess the main reason i cried is because of the pain) And before i finished my sentence, guess what? She started saying who ask me to slam the door etc. She blamed me instead of caring for my poor finger! So i was like "IT'S THE WIND!" And then i broke down. Wts. I was literally sobbing and weeping like a baby. My mum, of course, got shocked. Then she changed her tone and asked whether my finger is okay. Still acting like a kid, i still managed to sob out "Forget it!" and then ran into the toilet.

I looked into the mirror and cried even harder just because i look hideous and ridiculous.

Lol, but i was fine after awhile. Especially since mummy was guilty then she kept showing concern after that. Haha, this is quite embarrassing but i think it's funny too.

Anyway the pain wasn't so bad after i iced my finger and applied zam-buk. But after rubbing the zam-buk on my finger so long then i realized that it expired last year. -.- I guess there's no harm..don't think my finger will rot because of the expired zam-buk right?? It's better now though, as you can see in the photo i took today compared to the ones taken yesterday. Still a bit numb-ish pain, but bearable. Just crossing my fingers that the nail won't drop out...

Morale of the story: At 19+ going to 20, it's okay to cry. Just not quite okay to cry for reasons like mine. (But i really couldn't help it! Tear ducts just don't listen to my brain..)