here i go scream my heart out and try to get to you you are my only one 'only one', yellowcard yesterday was my first b-day since i can rmb (or since we moved to s'pore 11 yrs ago) tt my father was present! (*gasps of surprise*) he arrived on wed, actually. n he was actually just making a stop here in l'il s'pore before going on to m'sia for work. but at least he was here. i was feeling sick today so dint go to sch. my father had to go to Hotel Rendezvous to meet a guy from internal security (or watever u call it) for a meeting. i was so sick that i decided to tag along to the hotel, where there's a pool where i can swim in. my sisters n i haf been to hotel rend. the last time my dad was here to meet his business ppl, they also met at the hotel n we all went n found the pool n jumped in n it was at night n it was frigging cold. the coldest water i've ever swum in. i think they must've added ice or smth. which is, i suppose, why there's a smaller pool next to the main one tt's filled with warm water. actually, i think it's a jacuzzi thing cos there's a button u can press n u'll get a water massage. anyway. so this morning i went with dad for an early morning swim. the water was not as cold before. but still colder than the pool at the club. there were two women alr there (n it was only 6 plus), swimming slowly ard. chatted wif one of them, n found out she was frm brisbane, austrAlia (u noe their accents), who enjoyed swimming n who'd been in s'pore for several dYEs. then went to kopitiam for brekkie (the australian-ness of the woman is getting to me, wat wif her accent n all tt), then dad met michael n i went home. then i realized my sole was hurting when i walked, so i checked n saw this tiny spot of blood. then i checked closely n saw a silver thing sticking out. v v v tiny silver thing. after trying (n failing) to get it out wif my nails, i took tweezers n pulled it out. it was a thin silver stick-like thing (thinner than a staple bullet) ard 1 cm long. casued me so much discomfort. lucky it dint go rite into my blood vessels. i can imagine it travelling to my heart. piercing it. making a hole. me dying. hmm. |
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