So earlier, during Filipino time, my eyes itched. Or should I say, my eye. So, basically, the simplest response to that is to scratch it. Which I did. So, *scratch scratch scratch* And to find out that my vision became blurry. I closed the other eye and found out that my contact lens is gone. YES, GONE GONE.
I WAS SUPPOSED TO RECITE IN FILIPINO, BECAUSE I READ EL FILI. BUT FUCK THOSE CONTACTS.
I searched for it everywhere. In my uniform, under my shoes, inside my bag, in my desk. Yes, everywhere. I was already planning to go to Quiapo to buy another piece. But I asked Romayne If we can look for it for the last time. Then suddenly my eyes itched again, and when I looked at my hand, WHOALA! My contacts was there.
To put this post simply, MY CONTACTS WENT INSIDE MY EYE. Creepy?
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