Still Puffy

After waking up past noon, the first thing to do was to go check on my puffy face. Has the swelling subsided? Has the pain gone away? Sad to say, the swelling and pain were still there.

Ended up chatting away my afternoon while waiting for time to meet the friend-who-dumped-bf friend (Refer to previous post).

Dad came home, then he saw me, suddenly said this, "wahh ger ar, why your face swollen???"
Oh mine gosh!!! I was so sad that I burst out crying, dropped whatever I was doing, ran to my room, slammed the door, *Piangggg!!!* (wasn't the sound of the door, but my heart shattering), dived onto my bed and wailed. Threw and smashed everything in my sight. I wanted it to suffer the same fate as my heart. I cut off all the heads of my soft toys which were made with them smiling. They seemed to me mocking me too. I even started to write hate mail to my dad. But I couldn't find the most hateful words, so I ripped the paper off the pad crushed it and just threw it at the heads of my headless soft toys.


Haha! No lah, KIDDING!!! Not so drama lah... Reason why it will never be so drama.
I will never burst out crying. If I cry, I rather cry silently.
I can't run to my room cause of the stitches and I'm not supposed to run.
My door is impossible to slam if my window is closed. So before I can slam, I still gotta walk to my windows to open it. Then I can get the pleasure of slamming the door.
My bed got all my cat, pooh bear and cushions, wanna dive also must move them aside first to ensure a safe landing. Troublesome ya???
I'm not so violent to throw and smash everything in sight lah... Think I'm stupid ar? My things don't come free hor, smashing it? Waste my money...
To cut off all the heads of my soft toys, I think I'll spend 1 whole day lah. I got 200 over lor...
I don't write hate mail. Such a cliche plot. Then what? I gotta act as postman or lady as well and post it under my dad's room door ar?
Anyway, I do NOT hate my daddy. I am not the type who will hate their parents. I appreciate them. I was just saying it as part of the lame story since it flows. Haha!!

The whole story above was pure drama-mama kinda fiction. The non-fiction scenerio...
Dad came home, then he saw me, suddenly said this, "wahh ger ar, why your face swollen???"
Me, "ya lor... the surgery mah... Then got stitches, so swollen lor."
Me mumbling as I walk away, "Wahh niao ehhh.... today is already the 4th day, now then you notice? Means past few days even worst but you dare not say ar?" Obviously my dad didn't hear me cause I was already out of the room.

Anyway, Xl damn bored in her office, asked me to call her just cause she wanted to hear me say the word 'instead' cause I told her I still can't adapt and I'm still saying the 's' with a hissy sound. But I didn't call lah. Hahaha! Free entertainment ar???

Then it was Hj's turn. Called me up and asked me bout something. Then also took the opportunity to ask me to say my name. Just cause my name got 2 's'. Maybe it would make it sound like a longer hiss?? True enough, it did. Damn it... I must start to control my speech.