i understand the wisdom of 'early to bed, early to rise' or vice versa, but understanding it doesnt mean I have to do it..H-A-H.so yes..back to story.i managed to get those two pigs up and abt and by lots of whining and yelling, managed to get them to school before 7am...AMAZING...especially for my brother...that had to be the first time he was early to school this year.coz he is ALWAYS late.i wonder if any of his classmates expressed great shock...then i went back home..and went back to sleep(against mom's orders)until 11plus...ehehehe...if my mom knew...she would kill me..then i had to clear up the house a bit and THEN go pick them up from school.
well, i knew i should have gone earlier, coz there was this nice traffic jam stretching for quite a long distance...and i sat at the wheel..with my face looking like this --> T.T...and i cursed a few times....until i finally got to where i wanted to be.there is this place opposite our school,some government or school building, where u can park and wait..well, yay, there was still a place for me where i loved to park most(coz its easy to park in that place)and so in a few seconds, i was snug as a bug...until i realised that i was kinda blocking a car that had parked in the space beneath the building..normally,it wouldn't be much of a problem since the owner of the car was not in the car itself, but what if he returned?u see, where i parked, i had a leetle disadvantage...if the owner came back and decided to leave..the only place i could go was out to the main road..and then i wont know how to get back in safely..and so i was panicking and panicking and thinking..'those two idiots better get out here before tht car owner comes back or i'll KILL them...'they were supposed to come out at 12.35..but they ended up coming out at 12.50...and as fate would have had it...before that, the car owner came....[cue music in the tune of 'this is the end!!']..this is the situation...
well,just in time..the car in the second space..the one with the longest label..it left...so i just turned right into it...and once the car inside left, i reversed back out...and just at that moment, lo and behold, my two siblings came..........and i erupted...couldnt they just come out one minute earlier????then i wouldn have to face SO MUCH trouble!!!!AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGHHH!!!!
and then..that night..i had a little unfortunate accident...its also the fault of those two siblings...coz for dinner we cooked some kind of sauteed mushrooms..and they wanted me to cook it again..I was really reluctant at first, but finally i gave in...mushrooms, the button kind, are stored in a can, so need a can opener.but sometimes, the cover of the can doesnt come off completely and remains attached to the can by this tiny sliver of metal, in which you either push the cover inwards or pull it outwards to break the sliver...I opted to push it..and those two kept chattering and i wasnt cautious...plus, i was in some kinda bad mood over cooking again..so i think i was saying some not very nice things..just as i pressed down on the cover...it gave way...and so did my skin..coz by pure bad luck..my thumb was above the cover where the sliver was..so when the cover snapped free and went down, my thumb too went down with the force of my push and the sliver sliced into my flesh....O-U-C-H...and it wouldnt stop bleeding...T.T... those two began screaming...and I hadn't even made a single sound...except to say, 'ow'...one wouldve thought that they were the ones who got cut instead..but oh well..kept a tissue pressed to it..and tried to stop the bleeding...and to my misfortune.....
THERE
WERE
NO
PLASTERS
IN
THE
HOUSE
........
ok...a few days ago, or the last time i checked actually...there were ALOT left...then Ernest sheepishly admitted to using all of them because the skin of his finger came out or something like that....over 50 plasters im sure...he used them all...i was super pissed..coz that meant i had to go upstairs and dig into my wardrobe for an elusive memory of plasters i stored there...in other words...im not even sure if they're there or my memory is playing tricks on me..but i found them...they're quite cute..with patterns of zebra skin, leopard skin, tigerskin on them..
and one final misfortune...later, it was my responsibility to hang up the clothes to dry...u know how clothespins have this spring thingy so that they will remain closed?so when u open them u have to use force?well, yes..when i was holding on of them open, my finger slipped, and it recoiled and hit me...you guessed it..RIGHT WHERE I CUT MYSELF EARLIER...the PAIN!!!!!!!i yelped for sometime after that..and handled the clothespins with my left hand after that..NO WAY am I risking my injury a second time....
my brother and sister said that its divine punishment...coz they said i was saying bad words...well, i think i was saying something, as i mentioned above..but for the life of me, i cannot remember what i said...and they cant remember it either..and(after i um..reprimanded them), they had to wash the dishes, coz i cant now...its kinda cool to look at the injury afterwards..coz u can see where the flesh got sliced so neatly...i estimate the injury to be about 0.1-0.2mm deep and 0.5-0.6mm long...
this is how it looks like..
and after i um, reprimanded my siblings..they looked like this
well..GOODNIGHT TO ME!!!!
