Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Our flat is gonna get a new coat of paint. After like 15, 16 years? My mom asked me what color I wanted for my room. Black. She said I was crazy. So I said purple. She said not nice. Then why bother to ask for my opinion? If you guys know me well, you should know my mom by now too. Oh well, now I just found out my room is gonna be like sky blue. Gosh, what a color. I want my purple room. Or yellow would be nice. Bright yellow. What a coincidence that I just had a lesson on colors and its effect on people for cinematography class. I found out that yellow is my happy color. And purple is a sexy color to me. Wow. Girls, you know what color to wear in front of me now.
I visited the doc today for my eye. The specialist was quite nice, and seemed concerned, which is something I like out of a doctor. Unlike some doc who just wanted me out of the room asap the last time I went to a specialist. (In case everyone has forgotten, this is related to the case of the punched eye.) I did the standard eye check for my degree, and how my eye takes pressure. Then he dripped some eyedrop into both my eyes that made my vision blur for 3-4 hours. He said it was to assist him in checking for swelling. He found scratches on my eye and wasn't sure if my short sightedness was due to a compressed eyeball. I had to visit him 3 months later to see if it'll be permanent, and if I'll join the league of speckys out there in the world. Imagine me with glasses. One side with clear glass, and the other for my short sightedness. Weird. I don't want to be a specky! No offence at all to any speckys who read this, but I've been so used to my perfect vision. Such that even with this slight short sightedness, I feel uncomfortable. I think God is just punishing me for ogling too much at pretty girls. You can take my left eye, but I've still got my right! How's that!
(p.s Dear God, I was only joking. Please do not take my right eye. I still need it to survive. It's my ricebowl. And grant me back my left eye as I still want to ogle at your wonderful masterpiece. The female human.)
I visited the doc today for my eye. The specialist was quite nice, and seemed concerned, which is something I like out of a doctor. Unlike some doc who just wanted me out of the room asap the last time I went to a specialist. (In case everyone has forgotten, this is related to the case of the punched eye.) I did the standard eye check for my degree, and how my eye takes pressure. Then he dripped some eyedrop into both my eyes that made my vision blur for 3-4 hours. He said it was to assist him in checking for swelling. He found scratches on my eye and wasn't sure if my short sightedness was due to a compressed eyeball. I had to visit him 3 months later to see if it'll be permanent, and if I'll join the league of speckys out there in the world. Imagine me with glasses. One side with clear glass, and the other for my short sightedness. Weird. I don't want to be a specky! No offence at all to any speckys who read this, but I've been so used to my perfect vision. Such that even with this slight short sightedness, I feel uncomfortable. I think God is just punishing me for ogling too much at pretty girls. You can take my left eye, but I've still got my right! How's that!
(p.s Dear God, I was only joking. Please do not take my right eye. I still need it to survive. It's my ricebowl. And grant me back my left eye as I still want to ogle at your wonderful masterpiece. The female human.)
