The section on your left are for the defective dummies.

This morning began with something sombre. The sky was cheerful though, the sun has not shine this early for a long time already.


Couple of others sat gathering around me talking about babies today. They were talking about the babies in the intensive care unit. One of the person there just had a baby less than a month ago. Unfortunately the baby suffers from a block of the connection between the stomach to the intestine. Fortunately though, the baby's condition seems fine for now.


While visiting his own child, he managed to look at others.


After listening, everyone felt fortunate with our situation now. There are babies that are born with irregular size of head due to liquid in their head, babies with just two toes on each leg and some other defects.


In the matter of fact, I am considered a defect too.


This is because when I was in the stomach of Ms. Wah, the moment where I saw the light at the other end of the tunnel, I contemplated to walk out. Was I reluctant? God knows. I had to be pluck out using scalpels. Due to the soft bones, my arms are affected.


Now I cannot take out and lay both my palms straight out normally. If my palms are to be flat out, I had to twist my arms further. Due to this, I cannot play guitar without twisting. Maybe it explains why I never took it up. Or else I'll end up looking like a leech being burnt playing the guitar; All twisted up.


But the good thing is, my arms are considered hard to lock. You know when people twist your arm to the back and render you motionless or rather immobilized. I, however, have the privilege to pretend that I am hurting, and can dig their eyes out when they are not focusing with a slight twist.


So I guess things are only bad, when you want it to stay bad and not make anything good out of it.