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Last night, I wrote 5 entries. None I published. *Imagine a fashion designer/writer/artist, creating her masterpiece but is not satisfied with it and tears apart her drawing block and throws shattered pieces of paper in the air.*

I didn’t like what I wrote because it’s about the same old sad stories. I don’t want my life to be like that.

I can be a very simple person. Like an ice cream will make my day if you know what flavours I like. And it’s not hard to know what my favourite flavour is. Chocolate, my friend. The mighty chocolate.

But over the weeks, I find nothing in particular to write about. Can’t even find a simple thing to be happy about because everything seemed to irritate me.

This morning I lied on the bed till 12 noon or slightly beyond that just thinking. Usually, I will not have problems sleeping but when I stay up like that when I’m supposed to be asleep or when I’m supposed to be awake, something is troubling me. *Imagine a fashion designer/writer/artist, trying to get some inspiration in creating her masterpiece, digging deep into her deepest soul.*

I thought and I thought and I think I have the answer. I trust my inner voice. This inner voice has been telling me things right from the beginning and I always turn it down. Today, the voice seemed louder. So loud, I cannot pretend I didn’t hear it and this time I wouldn’t turn it down.

This time I didn’t consult my senior advisor for advice. I mean my dad. I just told him what I’m going to do and he asked why. I told him about the instincts thing. He went, “Ahh! Instincts! Okay!”

You know why I love him so much? Because he supports in everything that I do.

My mum is equally worried about me like dad but she worries more. Well, maybe worrying is not the word. She likes to imagine.

Like how she would ask me, “Eh, got or not?”

She’s not talking about if I’ve got a new job. But if I have found someone.

Got or not?

Don’t have.

And then, she’ll tell me. If you have a baby, I’ll take care of him/her when you go to work. Problem is I don’t have a baby.

I’ll tell you more tomorrow. About that something, triggered by the something called instincts.

I know I haven’t been writing.

I am not happy lately to the extent that I don’t want to write about it.

It pains me and subsequently you too.

I will write soon.

Thank you Shotoh!

What I planned to do today is to go on a shopping spree after work today. Uh huh, I still couldn’t get over the fact that I’m working on Saturdays.

Went to the ATM to withdraw some cash and as I made my way into the bank, I hurt my foot. I didn’t know how I hurt it because I just walked in and my foot sort of knocked into the wall, assuming the pathway is the same level as outside. I guess I knocked into the wall that is a level higher than the one outside. Argh…if only you know what I’m talking about. Anyway, let’s just say I knocked into something la!

I felt the pain but I thought it’s just a knock and pain thing, which I would encounter from time to time. It’s either my first toe or the last toe. Today it’s the big toe. And it hurts.

I looked down and saw blood. But I did not faint.

Iris was already outside of the bank, waiting to pick me up from work. The bank is next to my office.

Went into the car and examined my toe. Iris gave me a kind of look like she’s never going to look at my foot the same way anymore.

A small portion of the toe nail is ripped off but still intact. Not something I like to see. I held on to it for the pain to go away.

It did for a while and then I examined it again. Tried to rip off ripped toe nail but toe nail is so healthy, it just didn’t want to be removed. Sounds painful ya but it wasn’t painful at all.

As the wind blows, it gives Mr.Toe a tingling sensation. I don’t enjoy such sensation.

I’ve experienced worse case than this. My last toe nail of my right foot has once been totally ripped off but I don’t remember how already. It has grown back of course but it’s not pretty anymore.

So Iris went to the nearby petrol station to pump petrol and got me a plaster. Wrapped toe nail with plaster and too hungry to even think of pain. Had McDonald’s to satisfy Iris’s desire. I had my 2nd Big Mac today.

Went to The Curve for shopping but ain’t see nothing because all my mind is thinking about is my toe. Decided to go home instead.

Took out nail clipper, cotton bud, plaster and Burnol (My favourite antiseptic cream because it’s the only antiseptic cream I know of.) Removed ripped toe nail and applied Burnol with botton bud. Decided not to use plaster because toe nail needs to breathe.

I’m going to take a nap now.

Hopefully when I wake up, toe nail would have grown back.