♥ 29 July 2005
A short story on a trip to the optical shop:
one fine day, this girl went to her newfound optical shop
to collect her contacts.
she washed her hands, waited and listen patiently while
the optician briefed her.
this optician was a malay.. longwinded one, patient, nice,
repetitive, speaks slowly.
the girl finally put on the left lens.
blink blink..
the left vision was clear and glaring.
the right vision was blur.
she starts tearing.
she listens to the optician's longwinded speech.
she tears more.. head starts to spin and she feels nauseous.
she close her eyes and rest while the optician cont.to give his speech.
she opens both eyes.
fuzzy, everything seemed pixelated.
she couldnt see anything.
she close her eyes.
same. no diff.
the outline was hazy.
she rested for awhile.
she couldn't take it.
she went to the sink.
look down. puke.
it looked like orange tomato juice.. but it smelled sour.
(haha)
feeling better..she sat down and quickly put on the right lens
before the same thing happens again.
blink blink.
much better.
she looked ard.
she was perspiring like mad in the air-conditioned place.
her arms, her forehead. beads of it.
she looked ard with her new lens and took a rest.
the optician then briefed on how to take it out.
she interrupted him and went to the toilet.
lao sai.
(haha)
she was feeble and weak.
she looked herself in the mirror.
her neck.. beads of perspiration.. like just a workout in the gym.
she headed back..still feeling unwell.
she successfully took it out.
there was no pt staying there.
the only thought was to go home and rest.
so she decided to drop by and collect it another time.
she walked out less than a few steps, she bought kueh tutu.
the smell of that and tea egg made her feel better.
satisfied..she went home empty handed.
THE END-
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