Haven been blogging because i've been quite sick and caught up with my badly infected eye. So here's some updates.
Friday: Personally experienced a case of sudden, rapid evolution. Woke up and my eye looks like the flesh of a cockle. It was like equally red and bulging. It's shaped exactly like a cockle flesh. I suspected for a moment cha kway teow vendors who are short of cockles might start cornering and attacking me and so i've decided to coop myself up at home over the weekends. I SIMPLY refuse to go out into the world.
Saturday: Come to think about it, looking like a cockle isn't really thaaaat bad, i mean well at least it used to be almost everyone's favourite unhealthy food and i mean you gotta admit it goes really well with cha kway teow. That was meant to be sarcastic by the way, i mean you would think that the eye would be quite proud of itself, the fact that it could so successfully pass off as a cockle but NOOOOOO...it was FAR from being satisfied. I mean like wth..it EVOLVED from normal sized Singapore cockle to the HUMONGOUS Japanese kind of cockle. It just looks twice as "juicy" when i apply the ointment on it.
Sunday: Am resigned to the fact that i m part of the azure blue, majestic ocean now.
Monday: Cant bloody believe that i have to go to school in this state. Hello STOP STARING. I'm a deformed, cockle eyed, sensitive girl now. BE NICE.
And it's true that nothing in life can be or is perfect. I thought that hall was the one and only perfect thing in my life: how it's so much fun, freedom and how i met so many new nice people. But once again, life never fails to disappoint. Firstly, i still don't know if i'll get to stay in hall next two sems, i mean i would really love to but as usual, my parents have a knack of depriving me of what i really want in life. Secondly, the whole rooming thing is really ruining the peace and love we share here. Thirdly, the formation of elite, exclusive, tight cliques are really getting to me. Didn't know age and skills can be such barriers or source of discrimination.
And once again..i wish those fake bitches would just stop putting on an act. It's amazing how they can be so in love with themselves and still have the capacity to be attached.
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