Time will tell

Hmm.

Well yesterday went pretty good, I talk to Ms Tan, my Graphics lecturer whose model I was making when I cut my hand. She was a little squeamish about my hand ("eeeeeeeeeeee... dun tell me about how it looks like!!!") and rather helpful and understanding, at least now I do not need to hand up a full-scale model, but rather a 3d model picture.

Then now just a few moments before, Ayob called me into the staff room and went into this tirade about how it was my sense of irresposibility which caused my accident (it is true that I skipped a 'lesson' just to do my model, and we're technically not supposed to cut small cross-sectioned items) and it was my fault all the way.

Gee, thanks for letting me feel much better. Especially when Mother Dearest had already canned my brain like yesterday and this morning and saying the EXACT same things on both occasions.

In any case, it's been a real crutch since my left index finger got cut: I can't play guitar for like 2 months? whenever I shower I gotta keep the hand dry, which eventually leads me to have some kind of 'Saturday Night Fever' pose while the other hand is taking up the slack.

One thing though, it's like the first sensation which I felt after my finegr brushed taht machine saw blade was not the feeling of pain, but rather the feeling of dismay because Alvin and I had planned to work on 'Steak & Onions', our 2nd 'studio album'. But thankfully, during term time I had recorded some acoustic and electric tracks, so Alvin and myself can still complete the basic stuff and when my finger recovers we will be able to finish up the guitar solos and tough rhythm guitar.

I remember calling up my supervisor Ita yesterday and explaining the situation:

Crawldaddy: 'hey Ita, (my name) here... I just wanted to check with you whether Don told you about my hand'

Ita: 'yeah, so how's everything? Are you ok? How did it happen?'

C: 'Well I got cut by a machine saw-'

Ita: 'Oh SHIT! That must have hurt alot!'

And the rest is history.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy