Thursday, August 24, 2006 || A very unfortunate day indeed
- Okay, this isn't a sob story of how ice-cream cures my emoness nor is it a sarcastic dig at someone else's misfortunes.
This is 100% true. And as unfortunate as it sounds.
Okay so today, John dropped me off at OUG so I could get some stuff I needed, and cause I wanted to have tea at Coffee bean with a friend.
So yeah, I shopped around a bit, and at some point, I fucking tripped over myself.
Yes, you heard it right. :( I swear I'm never wearing high heels again, cause I've learn today that tripping over yourself in sneakers is one thing --- tripping in high heels, however, is another story altogether.
"Owwww FUCK", I practically yelled in public when I slipped and felt my ankle's bones twist.
Everybody stopped and stared at me hopping around with one foot, looking retarded. More so cause I was hopping around in high heels, which probably made me look as klutzy as an elephant. Wtf.
A kind security guard offered help, but I smiled and politely told him I was okay, though my smile was more like ... a grimace. Haha.
Er ... let's just say I didn't really feel like clinging on to the arms of a middle-aged security guard while wobbling around with one foot.
So I winced and limped towards coffee bean. :( I swear, my right ankle hurt like shit. =(
.... And while I was limping/walking halfway, I bumped into Siow Min, whom I've never met for practically almost two years, and I faked cheerfulness and listened to her enthusiastically tell me that she and Christine are in the same college. =(
And continued limping towards coffee bean. Wtf. My friend was already there and laughed like crazy at the sight of me walking like an unbalanced monkey. -___-''
Okay, so nevermind, I got home and begged mum for some kinda smelly traditional chinese oil to rub my ankle with. It's called feng yao (wind oil? O.o).
I hopped on one foot towards my bed and I slumped on it, furiously massaging my beloved and rather hurt right ankle with the medicine that smelled as bad as shit. I placed the medicine, unclosed, on the window sill beside my bed while I worked my magic .....
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AND THE BOTTLE OF SHITTY-SMELLING OIL FUCKING FELL ON MY BED. And spilled all over my bed sheets and a lil' on the wall.
Okok, I bet you must be laughing at my stupidity by now. =( But wait, there's more stupidity to come ......
....... I yelped, jumped up from my bed, ignored the pain in my right ankle and dashed towards the toilet, returning with a bucket of water.
......... And without thinking much, I splashed the bucket of water on my bed.
WTF! How stupid could I get?! I swear, it's not my fault ok! My right foot was too painful that I wasn't thinking straight. (Yeah right.)
Okay then I realized that it was a bloody stupid move, and I hurriedly grabbed a towel to scrub the water (and hopefully, the smelly oil) off my bedsheets and my wall.
So yes, after a few minutes of intense scrubbing, I was satisfied and I smugly decided to take a shower, to cleanse myself of the horrid smell.
:):):):):)
I wish that I could say everything turned out okay. I really do.
But after I took my bath and changed, feeling extremely refreshed, I realized that I used the towel that I used to scrub my bed with to dry myself.
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Ahhhhh ... now not only does my room smell like shit, I smell the same too! *fake huge grin* And plus, I'm still limping around. :D Everybody'll remember me for life if I go to college in this state tomorrow, man.
