morgueville,heartland living.

two days ago, while walking down the staircase at the canteen, i gawkily missed one step and sent my left foot into a plummer. in other words, lost my foothold and my inner poise. thank goodness for there wasn't that many people in the canteen at that time. but still.
went to a sinseh. who wrapped my feet in some goo-smelling gunk so tightly i almost couldn't breathe (hey they are linked. somehow.). now my poor left foot has since recovered and i'm scratching it thisverymomentbecauseit'sbloodyitchy.


ahh. by some miraculous ways of divine intervention, perhaps due to the good karma i've been dutifully building up (that is, religiously attending chinese lessons, i think.), i've got a pass in my chineseao (a C5!) and thus have no need to see my pencil-thick, constipated-faced chinese teacher whose wardrobe consist of the same one piece dress with different imprints of Impressionist art for different occasions, anymore. pity though. since she has been a source of inspiration for my artistic inclines. namely, pseudo-Impressionist and 80s influences.


she's a hippie's nightmare.
earwax: carole king - where you lead