I’d got SweetEe to blow up a single helium balloon for Saira’s birthday dinner and after doing so, she was having trouble getting the metal valve off the helium tank. So i went over to see if my strength was any better, grabbed the thin spanner in both hands, concentrated all my energy going through my hands, and turned it with all my might. Nothing budged.

“Are you sure this is the right way?” i asked SweetEe.
“Yes… i think sooo….”
“Hmm… are you sure?”

We turned the tank around and i tried turning the bolt the other way around. Again, focused, pulled as hard as i could (but it took so much more cos i already tightened it the other way round 1 minute prior!) and i felt a bang on my forehead. I didn’t even know what happened cos i got such a shock. Next thing i knew, i heard Sweet saying, “Oh it’s off!” and i abruptly walked away to sit down. I slowly felt my forehead and wondered WHY it was wet and sticky. So i looked down at my fingers and saw bright red liquid and thought, “Oh man.”

Baby saw me and went “Huuuuuuuu!!!!” like a gasp and her eyes were so big in her little face. First thing i did was put my face forward so that i wouldn’t get (god forbid) any blood on my clothes. They ran around looking for a plaster while i held tissue paper to my forehead, then went to wash it and put a plaster on.

Baby: What happened!?
I told her the story and she was like, “Luckily it didn’t get your eye!!”
Me: Yeah man…
B: I was thinking, ‘what am i going to tell Uncle Wong?!’ (my dad)
Me: I’d be thinking ‘what am i gonna tell all those people who rsvped to the party?’

I felt like i looked silly when i went to the birthday dinner with a plaster stuck on my forehead. Like a 5-year old kid! Or a cartoon.

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