what kind of friend agrees and promises, only to ffk you in other better plans? not to say i object to doing other stuff, but i feel at least an explanation would suffice. but no, no apologies, no prior notifications. i really don't understand. no i'm not hurt or self-pitying, but a little frustrated and a little mad. its so....... 'in your face' kinda thing. its so stupid, really.
okay. for the person who's reading this thinks i know that im talking about you, get over this just as i am as i'm typing this. you were an idiot, smack your forehead and ask yourself why and do a little self-interrogation. i don't hate you, just feel like giving you a little smack :)
and moving on. today's afternoon went like this:
I held the knife tentatively, staring into its glazed, lifeless black eyes.
It stared back.
Letting out a shudder, i took a deep breath.
Held its tentacles. Positioned my knife at the correct place, carefully avoiding its unnerving eyes.
Started to cut. It moved!
Mom: Stop making the dead thing come alive! Just cut it!
Me: I am trying!
The tentacles was flailing aimlessly, feeling around for my fingers.
The squid was trying to squirm and writhe under my hands, as though it felt the pain.
My hands moved shakingly as I cut the squid like using a saw.
And finally, I managed to slice it.
Those eyes were still staring at me.
okay, so maybe i was a little overreacting. the truth is, i was cutting a dead carcass, not annihilating a sea monster. but those eyes were damn scary.
hope you had fun reading that. haha!
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