I was at my boiling point.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007
6:31 PM

I was at my boiling point.


I ponned school again today ! Lol.

Let me feel you in on how I usually decide when I'm going to skip school.

Last night, I had no intention whatsoever to skip lessons. Found Desperate Housewives to be unexpectedly entertaining and decided to sit through the entire episode.

Removed my contact lens to have them kept away for the night. One of the lens was so dry that the sides stuck to theother side. This means, that the supposedly circular contact lens was now looking like a semi-circular contact lens. I tried to peel it open. My patience was wearing thin lo.

It finally got peeled open only to carry stretch marks ! How am I supposed to wear a lens that has stretch marks in the middle ?!

The worst thing was that it's a new pair and I just put it on that afternoon.

So angry la. Pui.

Grabbed my towel and headed to take a shower at 11pm. Dwindled my time away in the shower.

Stared into the mirror for awhile to study the new blotch that was currently then calling my face it's home. I remember raising both my index fingers to it in an attempt of extermination.

I paused for a second, silently debating my move.

Did it look like a pimple that could be gotten rid of easily?

It was a split-second wrong decision.

I squeezed and squeezed at it that the little pink crimson blotch turned an angry shade of red.

Great. A pimple the size of Ang Mo Kio is eating at my face. I'm not even exaggerating.

I got out of the shower to change into my pjs. I looked to the spot where I expected to find my hair dryer only to realize that, it was not there. It was probably in my mother's room and me knocking on her door when she's already asleep would probably risk me an hour of painful lecture.

So there, I was with my pimple the size of Ang Mo Kio (i swear that it keeps getting bigger), and wet, tangled hair.

I sat on my bed waiting for the hair in my head to evaporate bit by bit. The was nothing I could do AS, I had already removed my contacts for the night and was then, almost blind.

It was all summing to a bad night alright and bad nights usually results in pon-school-next-day.

Next morning, I woke up to find that the pimple was now maybe the size or Marsiling.

I executed pon-school-decision and fell back to sleep.

In the afternoon, I realized that my lousy internet connection was still being lousy.

I called for the technician to come solve it and he did ! Yay.

At least that went right.

I realized later that the internet still wasn't connected as the modem was STILL having problems when the technician left.

Got ready to take a bath to meet Si Ying and Wei Ting later.

Opened my closet, searched for what to wear.

Lo behold ! Surprises of surprises. I found that some of my clothes were stained.

Recently, I've insisted that I do my own washing myself. Because, if my clothes ever ever EVER had the misfortune to be mixed with my family's washing, they will, almost surely, get stained.

Seriously, over here, I think I started to hyperventilate.

Waaaaaaaaaaa... K...

I can't believe they took my cloths to wash. And stained them too. Grr.

I stared at the stains on my clothes. One of the tag on the clothes said GAP.

Waaaaaaaaaa... KKKKKKK... (i'm THIS close to swearing)

Gr. It's hard to relive the... experience, while sitting in this quiet library watching Si Yign stress over her homework.

But then. Aiya. I did console myself and fan my anger away the few hours ago.

Afterall, I only bought that GAP shirt cause Wentworth Miller (scofield), who's ONLY my hero, endorses it. It doesn't even look good on me anyways. Ya. It doesn't. O. Happy Day.

I should have named this post- My Series of Unfortunate Events.

Seriously, I blog better in the comfort of my own home. I hope my modem knows what's good for itself and starts working when I get home.


I hope you had a good evening.

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