clumsiness. oh what a way to learn.

Image taken from the cerebral mum

I knew about my postings yesterday (Friday) and it’s SMK-Belakang-Rumah. No more information about that for the time being.

But the placement news took another half of my spirit away. No more flying. No more 3-5 hours of traveling. No more distance. In this term/situation; distance is definitely a friend (or so I thought). Since I was 12, I believed that I needed to get out of this place. I needed to get as far as I can. And so since then, my path had (as I wished it to be) brought me far away from home.

But that was before… I realized how ungrateful I was (thank you Clyde; though I’d prefer a subtler way..haha) The past is the past and what happened then shouldn’t make me want to run anymore. Because I am 24 and I should be mature enough to understand that life....—is life.

I texted a few close friends the day I knew about the news. Most replied with sweet encouragements and consolations and advices. There’s one in particular that I’d like to share:

I had been away from home since 12. Em, sekarang sama-sama la kita duduk rumah. Nanti dah ada family sendiri entah merantua ke mana pulak kan. Ambil peluang dekatkan yang jauh, eratkan yang dekat. And whenever you feel down, just remember… Syurga di telapak kaki ibu dan apakah yang lebih indah selain menatap syurga saban hari?

So today, I woke up with a lighter face.

I realized; I was so used to starting up new in new places (while making home a transition place) that I forget how to ‘settle in’ at my own place. I realized, oh, my things are still in boxes and bags; I don’t have a real room for myself…not even a cupboard? A table? Haha (Don’t get me wrong. It’s fabulous in this house… it’s just that, I’ve been away for too long…?)

And after lunch, I settle in on my usual place (on the bed) surf the internet, planned to finish the two artworks today and update SMTM. (I didn't get to do any of this in the end). I checked my email and only realized that it’s Saturday already because I received Illustration Friday’s new prompt: “Clumsy”.

Then I heard a sound of a van stopping in front of my house and I heard my brother’s name called. I knew it right away that it was the Pos Laju boy bringing his new Midi Controller that he bought off the internet. He hasn’t realized it yet; so I planned to tell him the big news—quickly!!

I got up (standing on my bed) and tried to jump with all my might. My foot was stuck to the wires and cables from my laptop. But I didn’t fell. Yet. So I tried to just continue walking (from my bed to the floor) again (was so excited to see my brother’s face with the new controller) and then it happened.

I really don’t understand. No, really. It happened so fast that I can’t recall correctly how it really happened. Because the time gap between the first incident “tersadung kaki dengan wayar-wayar” and with the time IT happened was just a few seconds.

I remembered trying to say something about the wires when my body loses its balance and my head go straight to the sharp edge of the bedroom wall.

Oh what a way to be ‘clumsy’. Ouch.

Image taken from papahood

I bruised my forehead badly. 3 inches of long benjol. Lebar 1 inch. The bump rose up as high as 1 and half inch. (haha macam cakap pasal apa saja). I took a picture send it to Clyde and he replied

“Ya Allah bella. Ngko apain bella. Kok Benjol macam Shin Chan. Teruk tol. B tuam k. Aih, napa la ‘clumsy’ sgt bb saya ni.xpe. japg saya sampai umah…bla (rest is omitted)”

Why are you so far away? In THIS sense, distance is a bitch (Nabila, 2010).

Image taken from raisedinabarnes

Now it looks like a mixture of purple and red (like a song). And it still hurt even when I move my eyebrows. I thought about uploading the picture as an entry for iF prompt ‘clumsy’ but no photography is allowed. Hehe.

What relates both incident (me, placed in near-by school and me, bruising my own head)? Dear me, you’re not as mature as you think you are. No. Not even close.

Oh. What a way to learn.

I think it's not a coincidence that when I googled 'bruise'+'lump'+'head' most images are of kids having their heads bruised like mine. *Raise eyebrows, trying on the 'you know' look*

Ouch!


So much for "Keras Kepala la kamu ni"?