Perhaps words are not all that poisonous.
When they are spoken out of sincerity, just a simple 'are you ok?' is sufficient to pull a drowning mind back to the shore.
I'm extremely weird today. Perhaps under the influence of sore throat and voice lost which I reluctantly succumb to. We are talking about a girl whose biggest hobby is TALKING. Losing her voice is almost synonymous to a tracker being paralyzed. Alright this may sound a little too exaggerated as I can still convey my thoughts and emo if I need to.
But imagine you are fond of running on the track (which I don't think anyone who currently reads this is :P) and suddenly your legs are paralyzed. How would you feel? That your day totally sucks right? Then you're tempted to set foot on the track everytime you see the track, but a horrible voice at the back of you mind kept reminding you of your little misfortune. Well in my case, it gets tiring to open my mouth to let the throat vibration be heard. So what's next? You don't even have the mood to look at the track, for it keeps reminding you of ur legs. Which is exactly what happened to me.
Can you believe it? I don't have the mood to get into any conversation, because every single time I speak, my words go unheard and my throat screams of pain. So the result is that Miss Stupidity has no urge to speak anymore.
To some people, the world gets quieter.
To many, perhaps world peace. Hahahax.
So I eventually evolved into a stoner. Surprisingly I could not bring myself to slumberland this afternoon, not even in the rainy weather. The abnormal me decided not to idle my time away and so I brought my Organic Chem to the study room. The alertness of the mind kept me awake, but loss of voice made me retarded. I stoned in the air con room for god knows how long, and surprisingly under such condusive environment, I still had not the urge to see Uncle Zhou who's so busy in Dreamland.
If you don't understand what I mean in the above paragraph, don't ask. It's words of partial insanity.
I coughed like an asthma victim on bus just now. There's something in the throat that started all that. No matter how hard I forced the itch just wouldn't go away. Now I know how long the journey from school to hostel can get if you are having asthma attack on the bus. I hope I didn't scare the passengers. I must have given them the impression I had SARS or Bird Flu with my sexy voice.
Correction, it's husky voice. It's voice barely able to escape from the throat. It's 8 something now and that means I've been stoning about one hour. So much for not idling my time away.
Scholars induction is tomorrow. If I don't get my voice back, all I can do tomorrow is to smile meekly at all of them. And STONE.
Walao I've spent a whole post talking about my sore throat and no voice. I just don't want to end this post for when I do, I'll start to stone AGAIN.
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Random things today:
I have a purple umbrella now.
My wallet is getting dirty.
My phone hasn't vibrated for half an hour.
I'm wearing VJ PE tee.
I'm looking forward to CNY.
I want a slave who works his ass out for me.
I want to STONE.
