I was shot that day, September 1, 2008 straight through the heart but
what's funny is that, I felt so happy with that shot. The gun fired at 8pm that
evening and the bullet was never taken off from me. Though a lot of doctors had
advised me to have an operation to take it out, I wouldn't listen. The moment
the bullet got inside me, I felt happiness and freedom. Freedom from all people
who look up to me, to be that one or this one someday. I had find a way to
escape some of these, through that bullet. I didn't say the bullet kind of
poisoned me but let's say, there's a good side in every bad side that happens,
that some people failed to see. You failed to see, right?