I thought today was ok. I THOUGHT. But I guess not. I woke up with my right thumb feeling painful, like I got whacked by a hammer. Didn’t think it was going to bother me but it did, since I lost all sense of strength on my right thumb. Pain shoots through the minute I apply any sort of pressure on that thumb. And then it was one of my bad hair days. That’s just the superficial layer, I even had to carry my heavy laptop to school! Was busy doing up photos for Open House booth after class from 2, til like 6 when I finally got them done. Then they say the pictures aren’t good enough, and that we need really high resolution pictures. Darn.
I reached home around 715pm, with my dinner, almost starving at that point, but I had no appetite to eat. So after bathing, I started on dinner, but I felt that…something wasn’t really right. I WAS RIGHT, my CHICKEN became PORK! I was devastated! I asked for CHICKEN and I got PORK! AHHHH! The HORROR! The minute I saw the meat, I KNEW! AHHH! Sniff. And my kimchi tasted funny today. It was…funnily sour. I just stopped picking on it just in case, it turned bad. Sniff. There goes half my dinner. What I really ate, I don’t know. But I was a little content with my rice and the veggies.
And then, do you know what’s the climax of the night??? My faulty table mirror decided to really break off its handle, fell over, and toppled my bottle of cough syrup off my table! Down it fell, and ‘KRACK!’ Glass shards and cough syrup everywhere. I was cursing at that point. And started to clear up. I was a bit paranoid about getting hurt, but brushed it off. Then I realized I didn’t know how to clean broken glass, so I went to ask my aunt’s help. I went back to my room to help shift the table when I stepped on the plastic bag containing glass shards, exactly where the glass shards lay. I almost yelled, and bounced on my bed, to look at my poor big toe. Then, droplets of blood started forming and then it wouldn’t stop. I hopped to grab some tissues and realized they were already dripping on the floor. Nasty. Deep cut. Didn’t realize it was so deep then. Thought I punctured holes in my big toe instead. Guess not. :S! Cause I was literally losing wads of tissues soaked with blood and then large droplets on the floor which can actually form a pool of blood if I had not stopped them with tissues. Which could’ve been an interesting scene, but can’t really risk it can I? So I was battling wound and blood outside the living hall, while my aunt helped me clean my room. It was actually still bleeding, even after all the pressure, and then my aunt gave me this funny-smelling Chinese powder thing that smelled like those herbs, and told me to put it on before plaster-ing my toe. Don’t think I had any shards of glass in my toe, but the cut was long, and pretty deep. Sniff.
Hmm, did I mention before that I am completely FASCINATED with blood? I’m SERIOUS. I see blood and I go, ‘Ooooo!’ It’s very interesting! Like…its dark, crimson, red… LOL! I think I shall stop here, and talk about my “fetish” for blood next time round.
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Now the toe is throbbing slightly, and quite…numb. Oh Lord, how am I going to dance tomorrow like this?? And to even PLAY FUTSAL on Wednesday…?? LIKE THIS??? I can’t even wade the sea anymore!
(P.S. NR0909, which is my class, is going to East Coast on Wednesday! Class trip! Whee!) Oh, such a pity and inconvenient time to get hurt! HMPH!
I hope my bad luck stops right here.
Don’t think I can take anymore bad stuff tonight. Hope tomorrow will be a better day. Sniff.
P.S. My mommy made another Skype account, by mistake. –.- Good GRIEF, she has 5 accounts NOW! I’ve gotta teach her how to stop making accounts! Lol. Oh, did I also mention, she calls me ‘baby’ now? So cute. Miss my family so much.
P.P.S. I’m going back to KL this Sunday!
! Woo-hoo! I can’t wait! And that means, I HAVE TO START PACKING! FAST FAST!
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P.P.P.S. Time for SHOPPING AND GOOD FOOD, BABEH!
:D!
- I wasn’t kidding when I say I no longer feel happy the way I used to. I don’t know why. But something’s terribly wrong. It comes and hit me, where and when I’m most vulnerable. It’s terrible. –