Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Kisah seorang Shafieza

All my life, I've had few specs. Some are funny, some are fine. But really, I don't go well with specs. Or contacts even.

I started wearing them at the age of 11. Why? This fierce class teacher of mine placed me all the way in the back. It took me all the courage I can get to tell her I'm short-sighted and when I did, she replied "I'm not going to move you. You should get spectacles." So, I got them. I outgrew them fast as children with spectacles increases power rapidly. But that's another story. So this is the real story.

As I said, I don't go well with specs. I broke them with my bare hands once. Well, I sat on it and it was dented? So I tried to fix it and yeah, miracle happens you know. Needed to get a new one instead cause I broke it and that specs was damn expensive. It was oakley (which the salesman claim to be strong as sht) and I broke the 1K frame with my bare hands. Nice job Shaf.

I have this habit of mine where I take them off randomly and place them randomly. I once hung my specs at a 5 litre bottle and forgot about it. How did I find it? It took the effort of me + 5 others to find it and it took 10 minutes when my room is barely 200 sq feet. Good times, stupid times. Smart Shafieza.

Last memorable one is that I shattered my specs. Everyone said it was a goddamn bullet and it's literally impossible for that to happen. But things happen you see and things happen to me. There goes my money..... How it happened? I wanted to wash my clothes but my specs were really loose so it bugged me. I took it off and hung it at one of the metal hangers. When I was done with one of my clothes, I took a hanger but it was somehow tangled up and the hanger with my specs fell down and magic happened. No shiz man, no shiz.