Thursday, May 01, 2008



Just when I got full control of how my summer will be, it just blew up right in front of me. And mind you, it was a disrespectful attempt to massacre my plans. How unfortunate am I.. just when I had everything in place, every schedule tracked down, it blew up just like thaaaat: BAM!

I cannot really accept the fact that I will be confined within the walls of our house once again and desperately try to contain myself as I lament on my very frail, luckless situation every single summer day. Dull, if you want me to be precise. The sprain, which incidentally I had just after a couple of days of telling mum that I was privileged enough for not yet having experienced such a painful circumstance, will put me to rest for about a month's time. And yes, such a long duration would definitely draw me to at least the lowest possible attack of a dysfunctional brain. I am dead.

But heck, I would not let this feeling topple me over. I will wrestle it until my ankle gets swollen to the size a fist. That's how desperate I am to discover some easy way out of my hapless condition. Of course, I wouldn't want to die out of boredom. So now, my bestfriends are the ankle support my Dad gave, Bengay, a box of Salonpas and our maid who volunteered to massage my sprained ankle.

I do not know for how long this thing will last but I wish I can get over it soon because aside from the fact that it is painful, I also have a hard time walking properly (and it's quite funny watching me walk, trust me!!) and a swollen foot is such an awful site.