thelittlelovetoken

LOL. I've just changed my Blog Address. I got bored with the previous one. I've practically used it for so so so long. So with the help of FELICIA and LEX, i got my archive code changed and corrected! Thanks so much!! Now i can get to read them. LOL!

Was reading some of the older post and i realised something: Vannie's grown up already! Hahas. Like so normal. Everyone who reads their older posts would also think like me! Hehs. I kinda REGRET what i did last time. Especially my family. Brought so much misery to my mom. Well, i've learnt from my mistakes okay. So yah, I'm a better person now! Heh! :D And i've also learned to cherish everyone important to me thus the change in the address! :]

Fear.

That was the only word that could describe how i felt right at that moment. At the point of time when the middle finger of my left hand was stuck in the lucky draw box. Stucked at the second nuckle.

It was SCARY i tell you. There was nothing my mom and i could do but to try and expand the narrow opening so i can get my poor finger out. But to no avail as the box was the kind of plastic (acrylic). Stiff plastic that could not ever be stretched. Fear engulfed me like mad!!

During that few seconds, not anyone came to my aid. Not even the man who was filling his lucky draw coupon. Finally i pulled as hard as i could and broke free from the tight grip.

Elated that i freed my hand from that stupid box, i was in for more shock. A part of my skin (and maybe flesh too) was scraped off and left dangling on my finger. A small but deep cut. The force of my pull made my hand red and burn from the excruciating pain.

Totally traumatised by the ordeal, i started laughing. Not believing that when i tried to push the lucky draw coupon into the box, i actually got my hand tightly clasped inside.

Soon after, blood appeared and tears too.

This incident actually brought me to think back to the time when i got my arm and elbow stuck in the Burger King playground i my younger days.

To be exact, i wasn't playing at the playground at that moment. I was waiting for my sister to get down so we could get going. Waiting at the short metal railing for people to sit. In a slip, i got my right arm stuck in between the glass panel and the railing. Very nice. I don't know why i always get myself stuck to something.

I cried so much that this kind lady came to help me. After many many seconds, i got myself freed again. The kind lady actually wanted to call the fire fighters. I'm not kidding about this. But of course she helped me, all by herself. And i got out with only a bruise.

Well, i guess only my sis knows this- she was the only family member who was with me. That's because my grandma always took us to Tiong Bahru Plaza and my sis and i will go there to play while my grandma went shopping. Both of us did not speak a word about it when we reached home. I was truly traumatised that time.

So, it's like history repeating itself huh?

love, vannie. (8:33 AM)

credits

layout: detonatedlove/a>