Saturday, March 29, 2008
It all began at 8.00 am.
The sun had risen over the horizon, a gentle ball of embers that began to burn brighter with every passing second. The snoring ogre stirred from the blankets of cloth. She was then rudely awoken by her stick-like sibling who went by the name Carrot. All the local villagers feared Carrot for she had a voracious appetite and always devoured all the fruits of their labour.
That's how my day began.
The ogre rose groggily. For some strange reason her nose and gums felt sore. She decided that it wasn't such a good idea to eat ice cream before sleeping. it took about 10 minutes before she actually persuaded herself to leave her snug warm nest. Sitting at the dining table, her blurry vision focused on the plate before her to find mangoes, apples, and a ham and cheese sandwiches
That's what i ate for breakfast. Its not actually mangoes and apples, its more like pieces of it. Disintegrated pieces usually, cos i take so long to wake up. ><
After that i had piano. I've officially ruined my clair de lune by not practising for two weeks. >< you can come see for yourself on april fools day.
so. after piano. lunch. instants noodles i think. Then youth group.
oh oh when i was on the way to apple red's place, my dad asked me if i wanted to learn to drive, and me being me said yes. and he's actually gonna show me!! i think he's tired of being my chauffeur.
Then basketball.
The ogre was poised poignantly in the air, the ball balanced with perfection in her rounded palms. Unaware of the danger before her, she anticipated the shot that would change basketball history. And that's when disaster struck her hard accross the face- literally- as the ball from father ogre smack her glasses accross the court, leaving a large gash on her cheekbone where blood immediately began to gush down. The glasses lay shattered in two forlorn pieces, never to be used again.
Ok. so it wasn't a large cut, and i didn't bleed very much but it DID sting a lot in the shower. lol. Oh and my glasses are nearly fixed.
After that, father ogre promised me a tub of Haagen Daaz if i managed to skip a hundred times consecutively.
screw the swimming gala. i did the skipping. that tub is mine. MINE!!!
posted @ 3:15 AM
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