Nailed

3rd February would mark a very important date for me. No, its not my dad's birthday. Nor was my dog dead after being ran over by a Hummer. I didn't even had a dog.

It just happened to be the day I got my foot poked by one nice nail standing upright on the floor. Don't get it...? Simple words, i stepped on a nail. It went through my white shoe, piercing through the sole and penetrated my foot. And of course, I jumped....

It went numb for a minute. Can't barely walk. Sat on a corner, took of my shoe... took out the nail. Man, it really went deep. But lucky the shoe sole's thick. So it wasn't too bad. Bleeding stops after a few squeeze. But I was already cursing which madafaka were to put that damn nail upright in the middle of the floor in class. Cuz if it really drops, chances of it being upright is so slim... and I'm god damn unlucky then if it happens. Plus me being the chosen one among the hundred.

He nailed me...

Lucky I wasn't running down that time. Looking for Patrick then, our class rep when I got the poke of my life. Cuz I can't imagine what would have happened then.

So no big injury. Just a small wash and a plaster. Went to the sickbay and the doctor said there's no need for a jab. But had to see her if there's a piecing pain later on or any inflammation within 24 hours.

And the nail... I kept it as memorial

No big deal. Just another story telling from your author by the way. What impact does a nail have on my life anyway.... After all, I once survived a plane crash when I was in Form 5. Got hit by a plane actually. Straight bull's eye. Classmates were there to see. And Im still here, alive and typing...

If you were wondering what crap was I talking about, I'll explain in my future post. Another story from me then.

So see ya'll for now...

Ciaoz