WTF

what the heck??!!

the story continues in a deja vu way.

monday 21st july 2008
part 1.
the school bell rings, signalling the end of the school day.
8 out of the 14 classes(at least 35 students in a class) of form 1 students all rush towards the tiny staircase at the corner of the block.
everyone's going down the unlit stairway, with bags on their backs making the ground look darker then before. and that's was when it happened.
sarah was going down the stairs, squeezing around with all the other students. the floor was dark and so she missed a step. all her weight were on the foot that missed a step.

kabaam!
oowww!!!!!!!!!!

sarah's right foot bends in and unhumanly fashion, in a direction that a human's foot is not supposed to. and she had to limp all the way to the school bus and home.!

argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yes, folks! she has done it again.

diagnosis: right ankle sprain injury.

and so the story ends with my leg in a bandage and me wearing slippars to school.
well, at least there's a plus side of me spraining my right ankle AGAIN.

FYI, its the same ankle that got sprained the last time. same leg, same injury.
how lucky. yea, rght, lucky my ass.

since its the second sprain on the same ankle, i might have aggrevated the old injury, and my sprain might be worse.and the doctor said if i dont rest it well, then it MIGHT become a permanent nagging pain. *gasps in horror* think of what that would do to my dancing!!

so im staying of any activities that require excessive use of my sprained-again-foot, for as long as it would take for it FULLY RECOVER. and that means a 30% chance of me having to miss my school dance competition on the 2nd of august and the peace run on the 3rd of august!

argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!how can this happen now????????

and i dont get to go for ballet, badminton, ballet again, gym training, contemporry and bai se for the whole week at least!!!!!!!!!!!

ishk. im gonna miss my pointe shoes for at least 2 weeks.
*sobs*

okay, done with the friggin sprain. cut the crap.
i did not go to school yesterday, why?
well, of course i had to rest my ankle. lol.
[second plus side of the injured foot]

AND im not going to school on friday!! yay me!!! whoo hoo!

coz there would be no one to fetch me back home from the bus stop. i'll be going to PCC for the revolution bla bla bla thingy in the night AND michelle's bday is on saturday. at night. so as ya'll can guess, i wont be going for youth. :p
but hey!i really miss youth aight??
:p

steamboat at michelle's grandma's place is always so fun, with her uncle and parents and family. HAHA. seriously, michelle and her family are like my second family.
her mom and dad are all so nice to me. her uncle and aunties too.

and i really like her brother (in a brotherly way). i mean.............come on, he can be funny sometimes and he teaches me badminton. haha. XD [to you-know-who-you-are-if-you're-reading- this: dont be jealous!!] :p

urhhh.....

when i clicked the "new post" button, i wanted to poast something. buti dont feel like posting anything now.

so good night!

i need to go to bed so that i can dream of my
Mercedes Brabus b7
and
Mercedes Brabus K4

since i cant really have them, i'll just continue dreaming about them. haih.
oh and im going for peace run! whoo hoo??
hah. yea right. i have to run for 6 friggin KM! i think i'll just fall into coma halfway through due to lack of oxygen. haha.

lights out

whoo-hoo!!!!!!!!!!!

i finally got my pointe shoes! haha.

and its NOT easy! the muscle below the ankle can get cramp wan! haha. but i LOVE it!

haha

ok.listen to this.

"what do you look for in a husband"

"hmm..*thinks for a while* ok i got it. he musn't be afraid of spiders."

"oh, and why would that be?"

"beacuse i am, and if he is too, then who's gonna clear the spiders from our house? who am i gonna scream for when i see a spider dangling down from the ceiling?"

*laughter*

hey you reading this. you're should start laughing uncontrollably, until you roll on the floor now. the "*laughter*" is the cue for you start. haha.

lame.!