Sunday, July 06, 2008
My blog came back from a near death experience, kinda close to my real physical person, at least for the past week.
Yeah, after going to sell tickets at RG on tuesday, which brings me to my next point.
The announcement was totally wrecked by Ren Hao with his gay nasal voice, but the good thing is at least everyone laughed at it. But i think the ending was a bit inappropriate as that talked about what you could do with the ginger breadman (our mascot this time round)
"Kicking it"
"Tickling it"
"LICKING it"
Damn, i was so sure i saw a few of the teachers there eye them suspiciously as they came down from the announcement platform. Haha Ren Hao is just always full of nonsense. Another vindication would be what happened in the male toilet.
They were about to go out and make the announcement, Ren Hao insisted that Eng Han tuck in his shirt fully, like a retard. Saying that it looked more formal and giving alot of bullshit reasons. And obviously he was enjoying himself over the violent rage that Eng Han was throwing in his face. Ok moving on from the topic on him.
What save me from wearing that ginger breadman was the height limit of 150cm. Haha for once my height wasnt a irritating thing (remembers getting off buses and MRTs). So Ben and Ren Hao took turns to wear since Eng Han had a skin condition. I am tempted to talk about how Ren Hao went to psycho him over that, but it's a bit too much for the readers eh?
Anyway ticket sales wasnt productive at first, but it gradually got better. Since i was unwell, most of the time i just stoned at the booth or went around with the mascot feeling all groggy and sleepy. Many people tried to sell their tickets to us as well in exchange for going to ours so Mr nice guy Eng Han made the worthy sacrifice (: haha thanks dude.
But the real highlight was at the last lunch. A sec 1 girl came up and asked "can i kick him" then we were like "sure" after all we did say "kicking it". So she hesitated and we were abit surprised, even her friend tried to stop her but she told her "they said i can".
Then WHAM, out of nowhere, we saw a flying kick aimed at his stomach and next thing he flew like he was in some action movie, then tumbled to the ground and rolled around in pain. Unstoppable laughter followed, i could hardly believe my eyes. Even recounting the scene now literally makes me laugh out loud.
In total we sold around 40 tickets, hopefully more next friday and during APCG week.
Yes as i was saying, after selling tickets at RG, i stupidly went tuition partly cause of my mum nagging incessantly for the past few days about it. I came home and died in bed, obviously the next day. Fever was up, went to polyclinic. Doctor send me for blood test and X-Ray.
Blood test was eerie. Maybe is a phobia of some sharp thing pushing into my arm. Cause when i was young i was literally so plagued by diseases that my hand had so many needle holes that they couldnt drip anymore into my hand or arm. They had to drip into my head. A needle on my head. Retarded. But i think as much as i was plagued in childhood with all the sickness, my mum probably died of fatigue and worry bringing me from one hospital to another. Sorry and thanks mum. Now she recollets about how my face swell till i had no nose, haha.
Ok back on topic, i better stop derailing. Anyway, my diagnosis was, guess what, pneumonia of all things. 肺炎. And my competition was 3 days away. Oh great goes me. But i aint going to bitch about that, it's all thought over and through. Somemore got alot of personal issue to deal with. Damn, hard life haha. But my mum came in and reminded me about my demised grandpa, whom i remember vivdly due to a bullet mark on his forehead, the most manly man in my perspective. Went to fight in the war at the same age as i was, leaving home and running around with not enough food and water. My mum said he had 9 lives like the cat, i'd rather not think it was a miracle but a burning fighting spirit.
And there i was lying in bed thinking about all the shit happening to me, thinking it was hard life. Damn, it's time to wake up man Jin Fu. And so i did. Ok maybe i went to sleep after that but you get the point. Life doesnt seem that hard anytime aint it, cause no matter how hard it gets, life helps you get through by never stopping. It'd always move on and get by one way or another.
That's why i am recovering, cause over time i'd definitely recover right?
Anyway as my brain lay restless and was going to waste itself over the past 4 days staying at home. I thought of a few good quotes, who knows maybe they'd live on after me. And i thought of alot of plans to my problems. Dwelling is out now, it's time to take action. No point stressing out, life will push you along and get over it no matter what. The consequences of not enough preparation? Face it, learn, move on from there. I am tempted to quote again but i dont think it's appropriate here so forget it.
Tuesday i'd be back to school, to take a maths test, a physics test DMP stuff and god knows what other stuff that awaits me. I'd better start preparing and not loose sleep over the unknown. It's coming soon. Going soon as well.
The real kick is putting all my thoughts over 4 days into action now. Surprised myself over how much i could conjure in my head over that duration. But it's really self-inspiring.
See you guys back at where ever we usually see each other (:
Coming...soon of course.
& more clueless fears.
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