Yes boys and girls... not a typo, not an eye-opener but a ear.
I took out my dazzling ear stud to wash and all that this morning at about 9 plus AM. The conclusion from the rather itchy and slightly painful experience of pulling out the stud is that shaking hands are shitty and frustrating. Finally it was done after what seemed like hours in the bathroom with two mirrors and tissue paper and deep breaths.
Uh huh, dear readers, do not pity me yet and don't pat me on the back or my shaking hands. You see, after I took it out, I happily washed it with alcohol and left it sitting there in the bathroom and I went around the house. Luckily, someone extremely endearing and precious to me manage to warn me about the impending danger. Swiftly I fumbled with the darn stud and tried to put it back into the hole. Wait a minute... where's the hole? I see it but I can't quite feel it. The hands were like " no!!! Not again??? Guess we've to remind him not to overwork us by dancing happily to some invisible techno tune." The twist and turn drilling technique failed, the slow and push it in technique failed. The frustrated jab you back in technique was ridiculously stupid. Finally, a second pair of hands had to be sought. The Crouching and Sleeping Bull of a brother was roped in. With breath still stinking from his slumber, he attempted to help. Grudgingly.
That was when for the first time in my life, I saw.... my brother and I were alike in more ways than I thought. Now now, do not jump to hasty conclusion that this is some sweet and warm brotherly sentiment. That tall mass of slime had equally shaking hands!! Wah biang! Though I notice also they were nto shaking that bad and I guess it helps the hole and stud trying to come together were not his. Pain was definitely not in his way. Lol~~~ Finally, after he executed his brutal precise move of Pushing and Shoving Stance, it was in. Yes! Finally! Done! Urrmm not quite.... after that tedious work, the brother slumped back into bed unconscious from all that effort.
Thanking him and quietly muttering curses of the slight discomfort he had caused me, I lumbered back to the bathroom to clip back the stud. Happily I raised the pink mirror of my father, and tried to see the pin. Urrmm... ok I see it slightly. Now all I have to do is clip it back. How bad can that be right? Uh huh... not if you have bloody shaking hands overdue for retirement. Seriously, did some senior citizen with Parkinson's disease crept up on me one night and surgically swopped hands with me?? If indeed, man, he sure kept his hands in good condition with loads of hand cream. He even remembered to put back my ring. Oh well, at least he wasn't too greedy.
Again, the assistance of the Crouching and Sleeping Bull was needed. We tactically analysed the situation and the location of the pin and clip. We pushed back and forth who was to do it. Think what?? I dying to let you do it for me ar? Kau~~~ If only my darling were here... =( Sigh.... Crouching and Sleeping Bull finally had to resign to his fate and muster inner strength to once again perform a surgical feat. Finally, when we both heard the little "click" sound, there was an obvious air of relief all around heeee...
I'm not gonna assume I can do some things by myself anymore. Once again, this proves I need my darling sweetie around, not just to drink tea eat supper and converse endlessly with... and also to do the tricky ear stud. It's about 12 in the afternoon now as I get to this paragraph. What a difference a day makes, 24 little hours... Little??? Little????!?!?! It's been 24 hours I've been rendered Sharless~~~~~ Darling, I want a Sharing marathon~~~~~ Yayy~~~ Monday Monday come come quick =) Miss you. And don't worry, I'm not about to set off for Pulau Ubin or Zouk to lament lol~~~~
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