Friday, August 17, 2007
AHHH!!!
HELP! i don't know what to do, there's no point in living anymore!
today during PE, i was getting excited as we were going to play captain's ball, after what seemed like eternity, and more eternity of playing frisbee, the most retarded game in the whole wide world. honestly, i think frisbee should belong to the beach and stay there. may all frisbees fly into the sea and get lost forever. anyway, i was all hyped up and i even decided that i was going to participate fully in this game because as much as i hate captain's ball, playing frisbee for an eternity has made me see the beauty of this game. we started the game and jo, being the tallest, managed to hit the ball in the direction of our goal. we were on a great start but suddenly, the ball escaped and went bouncing to the side. i was nearest to the ball so i started running towards it. i reached out my arms to grab it. i could almost catch it! we could've scored a goal, i just needed to catch it! i was so near!
then, i tripped.
i went falling. thoughts and images flashed before my eyes as i hit hard on my face. my slighty scraped hands have failed to break my fall as the side of my face practically skidded against the rough ground of the tennis court. i laid there face on the ground thinking, could it be true? what if... what will i do if... how will i live if...
it was when people started crowding around me that i managed to push myself from the ground and i cried out, "OH MY GOSH, AM I UGLY?!?!?"
honestly, this is a real. real. Real. REAL. CRISIS. gone are the days of my radiant complexion and baby smooth skin. my face is SCRAPED you hear me? SCRAPED!!! after this possibly gaping wound closes, there are gonna be ugly CRUSTS and when that heals, i'm gonna be SCARRED FOR LIFE. i'm disfigured, beyond recognition, i'll be defaced foreverrrrr! i can never show my face in public anymore, i'd have to move. to the amazon rainforest perhaps. stay with the tribes. gosh, one look at me and even they will probably condemn me to be their sacrificial pig for the gods. what made it worse was that when jo was bringing me to the toilet to wash up, she told me, "no more soya sauce for you". something to do with scars and such. WHAT IS THE POINT OF LIVING ANYMORE?! no more soya sauce means no more chicken rice, no more wanton noodles, no more black carrot cake, no more no more no more! i'm ugly, i can't eat and i'm gonna be a sacrificial pig. point blank, I'M UGLYYYY!!! from the U right to the quadruple Y.
goodbye cruel world! i'm going to slit my wrists now.
no, it might cause a scar.
note: this post is not to be taken seriously. it's my bimbo moment, so live with it. btw, i did not trip on thin air. no, i am not that stupid. i tripped over someone's leg. i did fall on my face, however, my face is not 'disfigured'. not entirely, HAHA. slightly above my left eyebrow though. but as for my knees and elbows, i shall not mention. it's gross. but yes, while lying face flat on the ground, i did panic about having half my face scraped off. i was seriously scared cus i couldn't really feel my face, hahaha.
sigh, such is my life.
GONE SHOPPING, 8/17/2007 10:28:00 pm
