Blurry.
It’s been a couple of weeks since I realized my eyesight is getting worse. I can’t see what Ms. Shamini writes on the whiteboard, and I can’t even see her face clearly. It’s like a bad watercolor painting — you know, the kind we try to fix but only make blotchier with every attempt. (Speaking from my own tragic watercolor experiences.)
So sometimes, I have to sit in the front row.
One time, an international student sat next to me. He was a big guy, and the chair was the usual tiny lecture hall type. This guy kept nudging my arm, and I had to squeeze myself just to avoid getting bumped repeatedly. It was a little disturbing.
Anyway, I went to the optometrist today to get my eyes checked. Yeah, plus 0.25, both eyes. So now it’s 3.00 in the left and 2.75 in the right. I decided to change my lenses, and now I have no glasses to wear. I’m basically half-blind.
Tomorrow, I have to wear contact lenses again, and I’ll try not to be paranoid about having them on for more than 8 hours.
Being half-blind isn’t a good feeling. I’ve always felt a bit paranoid whenever I don’t have my glasses, everything becomes a blur. Things look smudgy, splotchy, blotchy, smeary, name it. No normal-eyed person can imagine what we go through.
We are the half-blind, the squinty-eyed warriors trying to force clarity out of chaos.
I hate this imperfection.
But being human is something I am good at, and imperfection is kind of my main trait. Lol.
If I could change one thing about myself, I’d want crystal-clear 20/20 vision.
by David Sedaris
The book I borrowed from Uniten's library after I found out there's one corner with English novels. Seriously, tingkat 4, rak paling last kat belakang, after the language section. Haha. One afternoon, I was bored with my life, so I explored the deepest part of the scary library (usually it’s empty, except near finals...). I was actually searching for a French book, and at that time, there was a group of students sitting at the last desk. Jadi boleh la berani sikit. Hehe.
That’s when I found that section! Most of the books were classics, Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and all those brownish books that look like they’ve been through generations of sleepy students.
I took this book because I can’t afford to buy it. It's kind of expensive. But honestly... it’s deathly boring. Lol~ Mostly gibberish. I’m not even sure what he’s trying to say, maybe just random thoughts and experiences from his life?
Ok then.
Et aujourd’hui, je vais à la bibliothèque avec Dhi.
