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Monday, April 13, 2009
10:17:00 pm
There were once three dinosaurs. The tyrannosaurus rex was called Heyhey. Triceratops was called Hornhorn. And the other, (I really dunno what type is it. It seems more like some sort of dragon to me. Wings and all) was called Nothing. (Actually cuz when sis was asked what to name it she said nothing and hence the name stuck I think)
One fine day, while mum was frying lunch (thus we were banished into the master bedroom and not to walk in and out), I was playing with my cross stitch needle (was it?). Trying to see how deep into Heyhey I could poke the needle. Poke poke poke. Till my finger slipped and the needle disappeared into Heyhey. OH NO. That means I can't hug Heyhey anymore cuz the needle might poke me! I need to get the needle out!
Not sure whose great and wonderful idea it was to start jumping on Heyhey to get the needle out. We alternated taking turns to jump. One of the times it was my turn, the needle came out! But it went into my right foot while jumping! I screamed cuz it looked disgustingly scary, a needle poking out from my feet. It wasn't pain at all, but just looked so freaky. Mum came to the rescue. I sat down on the bed and she just plucked it out. The foot looked normal. And immediately I walking again as if nothing had happened.
The End.
I just felt the urge to relate that incident suddenly. Feels like the big gaping wound from the fall. It's not pain, but the sight of it coming from me is, horrifying, and you just wanna make noise. Just for the sake of making noise cuz it's horrifying. Makes sense?
It's always the right. The right foot (I think?), the right thumb, the right leg.
What kind of logic little kids have? To think I could think about jumping on stuff toys as a solution to getting needles out. Hilarious. And could it have been a cross stitch needle? I wonder how old was I. Primary school? Can't quite imagine my piano kids coming up with such ideas. But I was quite intelligent when I was young! haha!