Life IS Unexpected.

In the morning, I woke up with a sore eye. I told my mom about it and she some how lectured me for a few minutes. She said the sore eye was the cause of me, not drinking enough of water and not enough of sleep. Well, I couldn't argue with her, she was right. So I accepted all of her lectures like a small little lamb and nodded to it all along. After her few minutes of lecture, I went back to my room, get dressed for market. Thinking of how my day would turn out as my mom promised the day before she'd bring our whole family to dinner just to celebrate my belated birthday. I wanted to cancel it as i didn't want to celebrate with a sore eye hanging around but instead, I kept quiet about my decision. After doing all the groceries shopping, we went straight to the dance studio. After my mom, Louise and Jason, aka my siblings, signed their attendance at the counter, they started their dance class in one of the studios. I didn't join them because i was having a sore eye. FYI : ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO DANCE WITH A SORE EYE. So I sat on the one of the seats they had prepared beside the counter and took out my new novel. The latest novel I'm reading. I'm telling ya, this novel's good. Its called 'The Men's Guide To The Women's Bathroom' by Jo Barrett. Published by the Little Black Dress team. Its hilarious and P.S. Boys should read it too as it'll give you lots of information about girls and reason for their reactions. Okay, where was I, ah, so i started to read my novel and felt like there was something in my eye. I checked my eye to see if there was eyelash in my eye but I hadn't found anything in my eye. It looked fine but it hurts. After struggling with the pain for an hour, the dance class finally ended so my mom took me to one of the clinics near by. We went in to the clinic and called out for service but no one came out. So we rang the bell at the counter and a creepy looking man came out. His hair was a mess and was wearing a pair of glasses. He looked like he was in his forties. He introduced himself to be the clinic's owner, Dr Q. ( Sorry, can't tell you his name.) So Dr Q handed me a paper and told me to write my name on it. After writing my name he took that paper away and disappeared into his own cubicle. Me and mom waited outside. 'Come in !' he called from the room. We went in and saw a quite old and messy room which he calls it his office. He told us to sit down and asked my mom about my condition. I took a peek at the surrounding of that office of his. I saw an old dirty table at the side and saw some tablets littered around on the table with used tissues on top of it. I tried to calm myself down and turned my attention back to Dr Q. He said that i need some kind of ointment to prevent my eyes from getting worse. He went into another room and came out with a likely used ointment. He wiped it with tissues and told me to open my eyes. I freaked out for a second but he said that it wont hurt me and its going to be alright. I looked at my mom and she nodded at me. So I opened my eyes and allow him to apply that ointment into my eyes. Then he escorted us to the counter and gave us the bill for that ointment and some tablets. My mom quickly paid and without any doubts, the both us scooted back to that dance studio immediately and promised to each other that we will never go back to that clinic ever again. After calming ourselves down, my mom drive all of us back home to get ourselves showered. In the evening, my mom brought me and my sister to the salon to get a hair-cut. my mom did a full length perm while Louise cut and coloured her hair. As for me, I only have one choice which is to cut it. It is rather shorter than before now. At 8pm, we went to the station1 restaurant to get dinner and guess what, I met an old friend that I knew back when I was still studying in Pudu. What a small world huh? She got our orders and after our meals we got to chat a little just to reminisce the old days and she updated me with some latest gossips she've heard from school. That was when it strucked me, ' Life is never as expected. Its unpredictable. '