Something unusual that happened that day.
Well,All of you know that I just recovered from my hand fracture,but not everyone knows the whole story.
In the December holidays,my return trip was scheduled on the 20th of December,but,unfortunately I had to return to Singapore earlier as I had Flag Painting Day for my CCA,NPCC.My father reluctantly spent $70 to change my ticket and go with him back to Singapore,but my mother and sister stayed back and were due on the 20th.
I was very excited to be back in Singapore because my holiday routine is to go play soccer at 4.30pm sharp EVERYDAY.I mean it,EVERYDAY!One week flew and mother and my sister came back.I went to fetch them in the airport at 6 am in the morning(The most surprising thing is that I woke up!).After putting all the luggages in the car,we rushed home and I slept.
After an additional 4-6hours of sleep,I woke up.I did my morning duties(in the afternoon) and after eating lunch,I booted my laptop.I surfed the Internet,used Facebook and lastly played Fifa Online 2,my favourite game.(Yes,I admit,I'm a soccer freak.)I played till 4.15 and then went to pray.We,muslims have to pray FIVE times a day.After praying,I put on soccer shoes and went down to play.
It was wet that day and I didn't wear my shoes.(I prefer to play barefooted sometimes).Most of my friends did not play that day so we used a small area which had a small goalpost instead of using the court.There were four of us.Each person had to be the goalkeeper and the others get to shoot three times each before we change our positions.I was the third one to be the goalkeeper but unfortunately,I did not score any goals before that.I don't really think I was on shape that day.So,I my friends kicked the ball trying to score a goal.I saved about 2 to 3 shots before an awful thing happened.
One thing I forgot to mention is that the ball was overpumped.So,the impact on my hand was worse.Coming back to the story,so my friend kicked the ball to my left(to his right) and stupid me saved it with one hand and instead of two hands.My thoughts were quite weird then.I can't describe it though,it's like somewhere near crying(I didn't cry!) and excited that I broke my hand(I know that I'm retarded).I rushed to sit on a chair and all the time I let my hand drop down because I couldn't lift it up.My friend rushed to his house and brought some ice.It didn't help so I went home.The moment I entered my home though,I started to cry for no reason.My uncle,my father and my mother rushed to the hospital.After waiting for like 4 hours,they said it's a sprain.So,I went home and slept and that day ended,but the problem hasn't.I'll continue that in my next post!
The ball shown below is the same ball which fractured my arm,just that the real one was a bit more pumped.And yes,the person saving the shot below is me.
In the December holidays,my return trip was scheduled on the 20th of December,but,unfortunately I had to return to Singapore earlier as I had Flag Painting Day for my CCA,NPCC.My father reluctantly spent $70 to change my ticket and go with him back to Singapore,but my mother and sister stayed back and were due on the 20th.
I was very excited to be back in Singapore because my holiday routine is to go play soccer at 4.30pm sharp EVERYDAY.I mean it,EVERYDAY!One week flew and mother and my sister came back.I went to fetch them in the airport at 6 am in the morning(The most surprising thing is that I woke up!).After putting all the luggages in the car,we rushed home and I slept.
After an additional 4-6hours of sleep,I woke up.I did my morning duties(in the afternoon) and after eating lunch,I booted my laptop.I surfed the Internet,used Facebook and lastly played Fifa Online 2,my favourite game.(Yes,I admit,I'm a soccer freak.)I played till 4.15 and then went to pray.We,muslims have to pray FIVE times a day.After praying,I put on soccer shoes and went down to play.
It was wet that day and I didn't wear my shoes.(I prefer to play barefooted sometimes).Most of my friends did not play that day so we used a small area which had a small goalpost instead of using the court.There were four of us.Each person had to be the goalkeeper and the others get to shoot three times each before we change our positions.I was the third one to be the goalkeeper but unfortunately,I did not score any goals before that.I don't really think I was on shape that day.So,I my friends kicked the ball trying to score a goal.I saved about 2 to 3 shots before an awful thing happened.
One thing I forgot to mention is that the ball was overpumped.So,the impact on my hand was worse.Coming back to the story,so my friend kicked the ball to my left(to his right) and stupid me saved it with one hand and instead of two hands.My thoughts were quite weird then.I can't describe it though,it's like somewhere near crying(I didn't cry!) and excited that I broke my hand(I know that I'm retarded).I rushed to sit on a chair and all the time I let my hand drop down because I couldn't lift it up.My friend rushed to his house and brought some ice.It didn't help so I went home.The moment I entered my home though,I started to cry for no reason.My uncle,my father and my mother rushed to the hospital.After waiting for like 4 hours,they said it's a sprain.So,I went home and slept and that day ended,but the problem hasn't.I'll continue that in my next post!
The ball shown below is the same ball which fractured my arm,just that the real one was a bit more pumped.And yes,the person saving the shot below is me.
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