I had the most traumatising ( and ridiculous) accident today. In short, i bang my head against the wall, and saw the largest amount of blood coming from myself.( apart from the girl's monthly thing)

And so, ive got great friends who rushed down from school and drove me to NUH A&E Dept. Managed to escape a jab and stitches, had glue to cover up my wound instead. Yes GLUE. I love you. You saved my life. Oh i had a jab, just in case of an infection.

Maybe i've emerged from this accident as a stronger person. ( without the stitched and anesthesia, that is)

Everything happens for a reason, don't they?