It is simply not possible not to blog about one of the most unlucky days of my life. In just one sense, though.
I've finally mastered the art of self-inflicted harm. I'm not talking about self-mutilation or suicide, but the ever so popular accidents that those who know me associate me with.
You can let out the breath you've been holding now; I haven't sprained my left ankle again.
After tripping on my way to the classroom whilst on the stairs, let's fastforward to when I went to a restaurant for dinner where I walked straight into a bunch of tables and chairs. Then on the way back to the school while crossing the overhead bridge, I tripped on the stairs again and I think juniors behind me laughed rather blatantly. Next, while I was getting the lighter to light some candles for a dancer's birthday, I slipped and fell directly on my ass, which is still stinging from the pain right this very minute by the way.
To add the icing on the cake, M dripped hot, burning wax on me to finish off my day.
I'm pretty sure you have other days where you can totally top me, but today, I'm taking the trophy home with me.
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Darling, you sound fatalistic. I'm pretty sure self-inflicted harm ain't the right phrase for it, you didn't do it to yourself intentionally. Sounds more like a case of the things around you getting in your way on purpose. ^^
Funny thing, but the moment you said (wrote) "restaurant" I thought of Jack's Place instantly. Haha.
But the wax is crazy, what the hell? Hope you're okay. If it leaves a scar I'll be right over with a bag of makeup lols. Or whitener, we could try that. Unless you wanna think of it as a battle scar, commemorating the day you fought with an unlucky day and still lived to tell the tale. ^^
Again, love ya! We should meet up again soon. Sept hol if you dare to sacrifice a few hours from mugging feverishly. :)
I'd throw away a WHOLE day of mugging just to go out with you! HAHA. I'm going to M'sia from 5 to 8 Sept, but we can meet up after that! Got lots to tell you, especially concerning this major uproar in my dad's office. Office politics. (: And no scar, thank goodness, else Miao is totally paying for my surgery!
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