Just this morning, I clipped my right forefinger with the pliers as I was trying to fix the faucet. One may think that I could have asked someone else to fix it for me but then, if you are living with a 75 year old grandmother and a 71 year old grandfather, you would surely understand why I had to do it myself.
So there I was in the bathroom wrapped in my heavy dull orange towel, trying to play as the home plumber when suddenly, I clipped my finger. You could imagine my face as I watched the pinkish mark that the pliers left on my skin. Surprisingly, I was calm. I tried to wash my hurt finger with water and forgot about the faucet. Never mind that it wasn't fixed, I am not going to risk another finger being clipped.
When I arrived in school, there wasn't much to do since I didn't have any exams today. I asked the other zombies if they would want to have ice cream to cool ourselves (by the way, the aircon unit in the office is on a fritz so just imagine how hot it is in the office right now..).
And so we went to the foodcourt to get some icecream and were disappointed when we found out that they don't have any icecream stock today. Boohoo!
Of course, being us, we went out of the school up to the Lasalle Avenue branch of Jollibee just to grab the much craved for icecream! However, since I was not able to have lunch yet, I thought of buying some pies. And though I am not really stupid, I BRAVELY took one, extremely hot pie, brought it to my mouth, bit it and immediately spat it out. IT WAS TOO HOT!
Goodness gracious! You could just imagine what those people from the other table thought about me. Perhaps they were thinking, "what a clutz".
I would probably forgive myself if I only did it once but, I did it twice.. I spat the thing out again the second time I took a bite.
Oh Coleen. When will you ever learn that you shouldn't swallow something hot?
But anyway.. So I experienced one unfortunate event in the morning and another one in the afternoon.. Will there be another one this evening?
Oh crap.. Should go home and lock myself in my room perhaps.
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