papercut

i have a huge ass papercut on my pinkie and i have no idea when and where i got it.

papercuts are mysterious beings.

you just feel a sudden pain. and you're scratching your head. searching for that splinter in your hand. searching for the cause of the pain.

it doesn't come immediately. the pain i mean. it's not like when you touch those tiny chinese tea cups them restaurants love to serve you where the hotness just immediately stings you. hands approach the perimeter of the cups, one touch, hands pull back. HOT. nope. those damned papercuts are stealth-like. they attack. you feel nada. zilch. nothing. then slowly, you feel a tiny uneasy feeling. like something is stuck in your finger. you analyse and search.

and then you see it. THAT CUT.

damn that paper.

and you have no idea when you got it. till your body does that SMR thing (omg. dr.jega are you reading this?)

cut in the pinkie. SLOWLY but surely sends the message to the brain. receive the pain.

curses "damn that paper!"

communication. doesn't only happen in the mediated world. in the body too,yo. omg. thats what i have been learning in biology during the zaman sekolah menengah right?

DAMN THAT PAPER!

the culprit can only be int or com.

curse you both.

wait. karma sucks.

right.

i forgive you for the papercut.

*damn you* instead of saying it out loud, she thinks it in her head. hey, doesn't count for karma right? RIGHT?

*logs out of blogger to tear apart com and int.