Wednesday, November 25, 2009 @ 6:22 AM
OMN!
These few days really sucked.
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Monday (the day before yesterday - replacement for piano lessons)
I had totally forgotten that my piano teacher was replacing a lesson on Monday at 10.00 a.m. This is what had happened according to my brother. At 10.00 a.m. on Monday, my teacher was ringing my doorbell non-stop while I was still asleep. Grandpa went to take a look but couldn't recall who's the stranger, so he called my brother. My brother saw the teacher but he thought that was my sister's friend (the teacher looked so young!), so he called my sleeping sister. Being awaken from Dreamland, my sister trotted slowly down the stairs as she rubbed her eyes and glanced outside. At the same time, my maid came out from the kitchen and saw the teacher and said, "Ru Min! Ru Min! Ru Min punya guru, itu!" LOL. So, my sister flew upstairs and shook me awake.
I jumped up instantly and quickly washed my face and gargled my mouth (no time, dirty also no choice *shrugs*) and ran down two steps at a time. My teacher had already prepared everything - opened the piano, took out my piano piece, switched on the standing fan - SIASUI! *hides in a corner* Having bad breath, I mumbled an apology (I doubt she'd even heard it) and started playing. As I played all the wrong keys, I'd suddenly realised that I've not done my theory homework. OMN! What a disaster! I played even worse as I wasn't concentrating and my teacher was getting impatient - she was banging the right keys for me to hear. When it was time for theory lessons, I admitted and she said, "Okay, nevermind," and continued teaching the next chapter.
I'd vowed to never sleep late again.
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Wednesday (today - normal piano lessons)
I never kept my word. I slept late again. == This time, it's double the embarrassment. My brother was shaking me, sprinkling cold water on me and shouting in my ear, telling me that my piano teacher had arrived. "Liar. Get lost, I wanna sleep. Shoo." *mumbles mumbles* "SERIOUS! SHE'S WAITING FOR YOU!!!" *shouts into my ear* I struggled to keep my eyes open and looked at my alarm clock. OMN! Almost 10.00 a.m. (normally, we start at 9.30 a.m.)! WTH! NOT AGAIN!!! I rushed (again) and changed out of my Mashimaro(?) pyjamas and once again, repeated that dirty routine that includes no brushing of teeth. I didn't apologize this time (too shameful for words) and started immediately. Thank God I had already finished my theory homework the night before. Phew. But I still played badly because I wasn't fully awake. Hands were playing, mind was dreaming. -_-
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As stated above, I've used many OMNs. OMN stands for Oh, my neck. But why oh, my neck? You see (or don't see), there's a lump on the right side of my neck. It's enormous, humongous, GIGANTIC!!! And it hurts. I went to see Future Fei Ya(!) - a dermatologist - today. The doctor said it was eczema and uh, I forgot what else he said. My mum bought a whole lot of creams and moisturisers from him which was sooo expensive - but he gave free consultation, so, okay lah, nevermind lah. xD Just now after bathing, the lump bled. My mum used a cotton to squeeze out the abscess, but surprisingly, the lump was empty (except for the blood)! OMN lah! I went downstairs to show my dad and he dropped the - THE - bombshell.
I had to get an operation to remove the lump.
WTH?!! OMN?!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AN OPERATION?!! NONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS WON'T DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DON'T WANNA GET AN OPERATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Actually, to tell you the truth, I'm not scared of getting an operation. This may sound embarrassing, but I'm afraid of what they give you before you get an operation.
An injection, that is. *faints*
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I just heard my mum shrieked, "MOUSE! MOUSE!" Now, they're finding the little rodent. *sigh* If only I had a cat...
No, I did not just say that.
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