I didn’t sleep last night. I was in college cutting BOARDS AGAIN the WHOLE day. The trauma… i was *fucking* careful i can tell you that! I *just* got home from college. I have to do work *now*. So i can layan Mary and The Slut.
Dear Lisha, No. I didn’t keep the piece from my finger… didn’t think of it at the time! Was too kan-cheong on whether to run to the doctor in the next road or to wait… 0_o
I have had so many wonderful sentences from the wonderful people in my life said to me after this incident:
“Hey i heard about your finger… were you drunk?” – Lisa “How are you going to hold two glasses now Joyce?!” – MediumBen “Oh now there’s less fairy to love… not like there was much fairy before anyway….” – Dave “Guess you can’t hold your glass now, huh!” – Daddy
I pacified my poor spirit with a glass of white wine with Ashley yesterafternoon. “Hrmm… do you think the alcohol will have a reaction with the medicine?” “Well. She didn’t mention it wut… Should be okay la.” “Well. Don’t think she expects me to drink in the afternoon… so she wouldn’t say it?”
oh yAAAAAAAA i hAVE TO mention this. As usual Ash thinks she’s a race car driver and gave me another MiniHeartAttack on the way to the doctor. Don’t get me wrong! i likE* fast cars, i love ’em. I just always get MiniHeartAttacks with Ash…. She swerved. I gasped. Held my poor finger and said, “Shit i think you just made my finger bleed more. Shock.”
She laughed evilly and started bopping her head while driving.
I’ve been up all night doing my usual neverending work. Now i’m crazyfucking paranoid when something sharp is near my hands.
Yesterday, lovely lovely Ashley was retelling me how her similar finger-mutation experience was. She was cutting art board as well. The difference is *she* had cut right thru her nail but there was a little bit of skin holding it all together… so she went to the hospital to have it reconstructed. When she told me about it a week later, i had laughed at her. I thought it was funny at that time… Yesterday, she got her own back.
We were in her car on the way to the doctor’s…
“Did you wash it?” “nO. I put it under the tap for like one sec and it was damn painful…” “oh, then the doctor will wash it for you… they’ll use alcohol. Wah, damn fucking pain i tell you!” *whimper* “eH. Can you please not say that now? I’m going to cry if you continue…” *finds is hard to breathe*
Waiting for the doctor…
“Oh you have to put your hand in a plastic bag while you bathe…” “Wah. Damn difficult right….” “Yea lor.” *big unsympathetic eyes* “Then how to wash hair?” “Use one hand la, take damn long wan.” “Aiyo…” After a few seconds… “Somemore you got long hair. hA!” *gleeful grin* *big horrified ashley-is-fucking-evil face*
When i was seeing the doctor, i was totally freaking inside when she pushed this silver trolley with lots of sharp metal thingies and liquids on it towards me. omg omg omg she’s gonna clean it oh fuck oh fuck ash said damn pain earghhh I actually whispered out loud to myself, ‘Oh. My… God…’ You might have laughed if you were there.
Wow. i was rushing to college on a Sunday till i didn’t finish my sentence in the post below.
i had an accident today. fuck i’m typing damn slow i can’t touch type argh
i was cutting and mounting work for the exhibition when,
horror of HORRORS… i sliced a CHUNK off my finger. I was using my pointer and thumb to hold down the ruler while i cut the board with a blade. I saw the blade go thru my finger and stoned… did that really happen? Then the piece that i cut off went *piak* on the floor. I was like ‘oHHHHH FUCKK!!!!!!!!!!” but nobody really paid attention cos i’m always swearing when i cut a board size wrong.
I couldn’t see. I was panicking like Mary-thinking-of-what-to-wear-clubbing. It started bleeding profusely and i ran to the bathroom leaving a trail of droplets on the way.
I stained the sink with blood. I stained the wall with blood. I stained the floor with blood.
Miraculously i didn’t stain my nice clothes with blood. Now, THAT would have been disastrous…
I held huge wads of tissue to my finger and jumped around the bathroom while trying not to cry. Girls are so emotional and weak in times of pain.
After my face wasn’t so white anymore i went back downstairs. My lecturer asked me what was wrong. “i cut my finger. shit… sEEEEE.” and held up the piece of flesh i had found on the floor to her. She covered her face with her hands and backed away. In case you have no clue how it got cut, here:
See that part beyond the red line? I don’t have it anymore. I was only able to survey the damage at the doctor’s when the bleeding FINALLY stopped. I was staring and staring and staring cos it just looked SO STRANGE.
I officially have a mutated finger. I am so special.
I sent my dad an sms in the afternoon: Something happened. I cut my finger. A piece fell off in college. Ashley is taking me to the doctor now. More bills for you.
There’s so much more i want to blog but typing is being a painful bitch so you have to wait it out. I think i shall go draw a happy face on my bandage now…
“What could be worst than the agony of being in love?”
I was watching LoveActually again.
I’m refining some work for the exhibition. Just got enlightened by Aishah that the printing shop closes half days on Saturdays. Damn.
My poor slut is sick. Weak.
*ducks flying ciggie box*
I’m fidgety.
How? How?
Edit : :
FUCK LAAAAA. I can’t recognise the font i used for a previous mag spread. I did this assignment a year plus back and lost the font in my Illus when i reinstalled it…. ARGHHHH it’s KILLING ME. I WANT *THAT* FONT. I WILL HAVE NO OTHER!!!!
I *know* which fonts cd its in… the thing is. The cd has 1000 fonts. ARGHHHHHHHHH
