Thursday, April 19, 2007
Hail the return of the drama mama.
Escapism Prevails yet again!With the imminent arrival of the much dreaded Economics, 25 mark, essay on macroeconomic policies, Naomi turns to her addiction to all things metal and gadget-y once again.
[Pause] Note to self: Add clock and hit counter [Play]Right, getting straight to the point so that fiscal policy can torture me some more.
The 2nd level of my terrace house is parquet floor. Let me please emphasize that it is chipped in places and warped in others, seeing as the wonderful contractor made off with the better part of our money after doing such a half-baked job on my house. However, it must be noted that it was quite exciting really, living, eating, studying (as if), sleeping watching TV in only the upper floor and attic. Like how, in order to cook, my maid has to weave her way through throngs and masses of Bangladeshi workers brought in in a desperate attempt to fix the mess that was the first floor (the kitchen was still functioning though). I will never forget the time when eating was allowed and even encouraged in my bedroom (I had a fridge, yes, a fridge, not a mini one in my room).
I digress.
Anyway, i stubbed my toe on this chipped part of my floor, so much so that a wee sliver of wood embedded itself under my skin. For a moment i thought i merely scratched my toe. Little did i know that i had in actual fact i had acquired a splinter as
a new addition to my already flawed anatomy. I must say i pretty much made for a poor first aider at that point in time, seeing as i just stood gawking there in shock at the rapidly swelling middle toe on my right foot. Lynn, being ever so kind, ran to fetch
Mr Scissors and
Ms Tweezers to aide me in my removal of this unwanted splinter. Let me tell you, it was horrifying. Not so much from the pain itself, but by the fact that there wasn't much of the splinter sticking out of the wound, so there was virtually nothing to grasp at to pull it out. Well, to cut the long story short, it took about 5 attempts for all the lil bits to vacate my toe and leave me in peace.
This incident brings back so many memories. Particularly the one when i almost impaled my foot on a skewer/sparkler thang. 'Almost' meaning it penetrated my foot but just didn't exit at the other end. What spurred me to remove both foreign entities myself was the ever looming threat of having whatever it was yanked out unmercifully by first Mei Xia and now Lynn. Thank God both these incidents occurred in the presence of calm, capable people. Is it not ironic to some extent that i had my biggest boo boo when i was out with the
Rose Gang, which is filled with Red Cross peeps, by the way.
I had a Damn
HOT 'lifeguard' to sweep me of my feet (literally) the other time though. [
Swoon]. Too bad he was a
smoker. He impressed me with his calm and the fact that he could carry me. [
Stupid grin inserted here].
Well, no such luck this time. Do i even dare hope that some other guy like that exists somewhere out there.
Fiscal save me!
Labels: foot, lifeguard, Rose Gang, splinter
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