sometimes i think i bother people too much, i ought to be kept in a cage and thrown into sea.i was in sewing class today when my classmate, michelle noticed that my sewing machine had a bobbin case stuck on it, left behind by the previous fucken user. and no matter how hard we pull, it just wouldnt (barge/bulge?). so we both, at the same time, thought of heating to expand the bobbin case and i took out my lighter and flicked the light. then michelle and i, at the same time again, said, 'better stop.'
we just had a sudden thought of me blowing up the whole fashion department. and we broke into laughter.
then... i had to sit there the entire lesson, imagining all sorts of things that can happen in sewing class. from stitching my own fingers, to having the machines run so fast that the needles breaking and flying in all directions, esp into our eyes, to bending ourselves so close to the machines that our clothes got caught by the machine and in the process of pulling the tangled fabric out of the machine, the machine stitched up our boobs and all that stupid stuff.
and michelle suddenly said, 'eh, are u ok?'
i was seriously breaking cold sweat just sitting there, imagining the stupidest thing on earth.