my day

It's been an amazing, strange and interesting day.
I always think chronicling my life is little sub par for blog material but I just thought to myself that one day, when I'm old and wrinkly, sipping my green tea and rereading Harry Potter4 [yes, this is how I visualise my old age to be like] I will sign in to my blog and read my posts, I'll probably cringe at my below average writing skills and pathetic attempts of mattering on the interwebz, but I think I will be satisfied that I actually bothered to type these little anecdotes of my life so I can reflect and embrace the personality I once displayed online.

I got up pretty early for a Saturday morning, parents were in the kitchen making a big breakfast for us. They're so adorable with their synchronised ways, one will toast the bread while the other will scramble eggs, or they'll simply stand over the stove and take turns in stirring or whatever you do in front of a pan of breakfast foodstuffs. We all ate and just had the regular breakfast banter, exchanging plans of the day and getting money off dad. It's pretty smart to ask for money then, he'll be eating and usually on the phone, occupied and in a good mood- brilliant combination!

My sisters and I had made plans with family friends to go bridal dress shopping, obviously we weren't going to actually buy anything, just browse and then report to mother dearest for design and price final decision making. We set off with nothing really in mind, my sister wants something simple but elegant for her wedding, and the colour has to be ivory. Dunno why but I was happy to oblige with pointing out anything which resembles ivory.

After traipsing round six to seven shops, I was so hungry. I kept bleating, 'When are we going to eat?!' and 'Omg, if we walk into another shop I'm going to scream' of course, my screams were quickly stifled by the sound of an ice cream van. I think I gorged on twister ice lollies and callipo ice shots a little too much before we even sat down at a restaurant.

We ate to our full and then browsed a little more. Once I got home, an old friend rang to tell me she was in the city and would be great to link up. I met up with her and as I waited for the bus home I could feel my skin itch. It was a creeping, tingly sensation on my neck, I scratched it and could feel my skin scorching hot. I felt such a horrid sensation of itchiness everywhere. I sat on the bus and gripped my bag so my hands wouldn't scratch my burning skin.

I came home and looked in the mirror, my whole face was tinged pink, on my arms and legs were mumps-like spots, all raw and angry, demanding to itched. I couldn't resist, I tore at my skin in desperation. I could feel my breath quickening, the mumps impersonators were persistent, my fingers hurt from the scratching. Since the house was empty, I had no one to ask for an opinion. I thought it would subside with creaming but it was pointless. It stung like hell and made scratching difficult as my nails couldn't reach my skin without slipping down. I just grabbed my towel and got into the bath.

As water cascading down my skin, it slowly cooled the raw spots scattered over my skin. I sighed. Finally, the irritated sensation subsided and I felt a little calmer.

Weird. I went to my aunt's for the evening meal and I told mum about it, she said this has happened before, maybe I'm allergic to something but I just don't know what. Whatever it is, it's pretty freaky.