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Saturday, June 02, 2007 - 10:35 PM


i. am. in. pain.

a lot a lot a lot of pain.

the reason = my lovely brother.

the story = my brother decides to grab me by my shoulders and shake the living daylights out of me. do not be fooled, despite being 12, he is frightfully strong. unfortunately, as a result of being dropped on the head as an infant, he is unaware of his strength. he's shaking me, and decides to cause a minor collision between our two very hard heads. kababam.

the result= a very large and ugly baluku (that's a giant bump you get when you hit your head or something) on my head. and a giant headache. in fact, giant headache doesn't even begin to describe it. my head is dying. and as for my brother, he escapes unscathed, perhaps due to randomly knocking his head against very hard walls.

the evidence = *ugly photo do not scroll down if you do not want to be scared senseless*

seriously, the photo is very ugly and scary and no, it is not photoshopped. -__-"


the ugliness that is crunch's baluku. (courtesy of the dear sister who <3s capturing my moments of misery on film. or memory space. or whatever it is you call it.)

now, will someone please kill my brother.



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