I feel super bored and tired now. Been staying up late to study. Talk abt last minute revision. Time now is 9.00am and i haven't even slept a wink. Tired but still hyper, maybe because its like my 5th cup of coffee. Some of you might be thinking, 'Hah, onli the 5th cup. I can do better than that.' or 'Coffee?!! Eww,eww,eww.' or 'Oii dok. Nanti, kau mati siang kalau minum banyak2.' Hohoho.
Actually this post is suppose to be abt my bald patch. Most of you will be going like 'What fcuking bald patch are you talking abt?' or 'Who the hell cares abt your bald patch?!!'-Muohohoho. FYI, i have a bald patch at the right side of my head. Some of you might have seen it when my hair are cut short. So the story goes like this...
I got shot at the right side of my head. Hohoho. Nothing of that sort happened. The truth is like this...
I and my lil' brother just finished showering.[FYI, this happened when i was a super small kid] Then the phone rang. (You know kids, very playful, everything is a challenge to them) So i and my lil' bro raced to the phone. I was leading (and naked) BUT i slipped and fell. Super UNFORTUNATELY, i fell HARD and my head hit the edge of the stupid wall thingy. I stood up, i was angry that i lost so i pulled the phone from my lil bro and gave my mom in the toilet. After the phone call, my mom asked who fell down just now. (The sound impact was loud, mind you) I admit and she checked my head. She freaked out when she saw blood trickling down. I was sent to the hospital but i didn't remember getting there to get stitched. I don't even remember the day i recovered. I just suddenly know that i have a bald patch. It was like having a dream before that. Everything was so vague. (i thought maybe because i fainted but my mom said i didn't, i walked in the hospital like nothing happened with the blood staining my clothes.) So that's the story abt my bald patch.
I don't know whether i should be grateful for this incident. I just thought that if this incident didn't happened, my true personality of being a Mat and the fact that i smoke, of course, will exist in me. Why i say that i should have been a Mat was because i cross-examined to my 2 brothers. 200% says i should be a Mat. Hmm...Which Mat type will i be then? Mat Kental? Hoho. There's a downside to this too. When i try to recall my past, the clearest memories are the ones that are negative, painful, embarrassing, despairing for example that one day, my mom tried to run away from home. Up till today, even if i recall my primary and secondary sch days, negative things will run through my mind. Maybe i reli led a negative life. Even until now, i wasn't spared. That's y this year i tried changing; Being more open, smile more. I thought i succeeded by making frens, but more problems arise. I don't mind getting hurt but I promised myself not to hurt anyone but i still hurt others. It doesn't sound sincere if i just say sorry but i'll say that i'm truly sorry to my frens, family for my intolerable, stupid, immature behaviour. If any of you still can't accept this, step up to me, give me a punch or slap or present? or anything that suffice your needs. Seriously. That's it for today's b(o)lding post. I'm gonna finish the rest of my coffee(bluek), and have my rest. Still can't believe that Summer Test is starting in 2 days time.
