First thing in the Morning.
ITs a WTF WTH I AM IN JJC SCIENCE! Hahas its not that bad actually. I Just woke up with one thing on my mind. Where will i end up from Jan to March? I logged into msn and Mr Bao Ren kept asking me where i go even before i opened the internet, so i was like ya ok i go check NOW. In my Heart i was like Please give me my first choice Of cjc. Wham! it was The dreaded second choice of JJC science. O wells its better than Stay at home hahas.
Hmm this leads me to think why this happened. FIrstly i got a Lousy 64 for my english. If Whale had given me one more mark. And if i had a B3 for my english and this will lead to a reduction of 17 to 16 in my L1r5 i would be able to make it into Cjc with a deducted point of 14. But No it did not happen and this is definetely not a fairytale ending. Well my fate is twisted again
it was at; 5:42 PM
Aw shucks, today as usual the weather was fine and it was like going to rain. I decided to go for my usual jog to comfort myself after eating so much junk food. But never did i know i would return home with both knees scraped badly.
I usually run from my house at hillview to ford factory, then to the old fire station, round the back part bukit batok nature reserve then to the enterance of bukit batok nature reserve and pass all the condos there back to my house. But today i decided to try running it the other way round, so i was thinking that the route would be much smoother at first but at the latter part it was mostly uphills and downhills. I ran the first part without much trouble but it was at the latter part that i met with the accident.
I was racing downhill after a long uphill at the ford factory site, heading towards home already. My run was about 5/6 completed and it was just three more bus-stops to my house. So as some "genius" engineer built the bus-stop so damn narrow that there are no spare paths in front of the bus stop, i had to run behind it dodging the wild growing vines at the walls behind the bus-stop to go past it. But as i made my careful attempt to squeeze past the supporting pole of the bus-stop and the wall decorated with vines, i lost my balance and fell.
It was a whirl of events as i could picture the flesh on my knee being scraped clean off like a apple peeler peeling off the skin of an apple. The rough surface mercilessly removed a generous amount of skin exposing the millions of screaming red cells underneath. My hand tried to stop the impact but it was in vain. The people at the bus-stop was oblivious to what just happened and i had to shoot them an anatagonising look of pain before they hurried to their heels to help. There was an old chinese lady and an accompaning middle aged indian lady. The indian lady expressed the most sincere look of concern compared to the chinese lady who looked as if she had seen this a million times. It was the indian lady who helped me to my feet and seated me on the empty seats at the bus-stop. I was still confused and hurt at the moment, but i still had a sane mind to reject the offer of the chinese lady who had so conviently tore off some public grass and tried to use the sap to rub on my wound. I know she has ages and years of experience but sorry i had to trust myself on this, rubbing stray grass on wounds are NOT a way of helping it to heal. The more sensible indian lady offered me clean tissues to stop the flood from flowing like the nile river. I gratefully accepted them and said a heartfelt thanks, not to the chinese lady of course. The chinese lady threw away the stray grass seeing that i did not appreciate it and tried to advise me in hokkien to rub white sugar on it when i got home. That image of me rubbing sugar on my wounds just made me so revolted that i shunned away from her right after those words escaped from her mouth. The more understanding indian lady asked me where i stayed and it was far more practical than whatever advice the chinese lady had offered. I pointed to my condo to reassure her that i could make it home alive. She nodded and made her leave, giving me some space to clear out my thoughts about it.
Although i fell down and was wounded pretty bad, i thank God that it was not so far away from my house and that it was at a bus-stop where there were seats and kind people( yes including the chinese lady). I rejoice not at the fact that i fell down but at the fact that though this i was able to see the side of other races that i was always blind to. I am grateful for this discovering experience and my heart does not feel the regret of this run but is joyous at the lesson that i learnt from it.
I believe that the wound will heal in time but the lesson that i learn from it will be everlasting.
it was at; 3:51 AM
Nowadays nothing much is happening in my life. Everyday is a routine of eat , play computer, give tuition and sleep. Yesterday i just gave tuition to my church friend. Same thing the day before. I normally do it for free but i don't get it why people always ask me how much. Well i do say 5 dollars if i do a good job, but free if it sucks. Everyone who hears that is always like why so little? so cheap? why not charge more? Well i am helping a friend, so why charge? Its not like i need more money desperately.
Then people will ask if you consider giving tuiton for free a job? well you may not call it a job and say that i am just unemployed and slacking, but as long as the people i helped gain something, i think thats worth my time, paid or free. I have not been doing much brain activities recently after the O lvl's exam, so this is also a good opportunity to prevent me from getting retarded.
I will be heading off to china this friday. Thats like the worse holiday destination. China. My last trip there gave me an image of Dirty, Shitty, Uncouth and Unmannered not forgeting hostile until they see u have money place. The Nanjing route as i can remeber, was supposed to be their best tourist hotspot and the business and activites there are supposed to be one found in a develped country. Well the latter part is true considering i can say that it is on par with the Unfunctional Beauty World at bukit timah, and being located in Developed Singapore, the latter part stands true.
But still my parents want me to go and look and rediscover my hokkien roots in xiamen china, i just hope that they are hospitable and friendly, not like the image i have of foreign talent here in Singapore. After china i will be going to another part of china, Hong kong!
Now hong kong is way surpassing china in living conditions and food. China is a place where even fake eggs are found, but not in Hong kong, wow Hong kong reminds me of tim sum and for some reason BB guns. BB guns are those automatic toy guns that can put a hole in a phone book and are obviously banned in Singapore. But in h.k you can find them anywhere! Yay! Please do not think i am going for some cheap thrill shooting at unknown passerbys if i had a bb gun. In hong kong i will be going to Macau too. My image of Macau is a place where gangsters overrun the place and everyone is wearing a black suit. Maybe thats due to the overexposure of H.k movies shot there. But fear is still in my heart as i think of my would be trip to macau.
Have to go and mop the floor and vacum the house for now. Slaved in my own house. Chao!
it was at; 10:05 PM
Safely crawled back home from my class chalet. Butt hurts like $^#!@# and stomach feels overturned and bloated. well Let me recount my happy times in the chalet.
At the start, it was already screwed, me, ernie and ben were taking the mrt to downtown east and yes we made it there. But we entered the wrong chalet, -.-" so yea we were looking for B09 but all the chalets there started with 12.. so screwed it the first time we arrived. Then later with the help of our classmates, we manage to make it there realising it was just the one next to the fake chalet. All similar names so yea, was confused.
Later my classmates and i went to the BBQ wholesale, i was expecting like bukit panjang wholesale centre kinda big and large, with fresh seafood. So with that in mind i followed my classmates. End up, with our superior mapreading skills, we reached what we could reach by 15 mins in 1 over hour. Detouring the rural areas of the undiscovered singapore, and greeting by a Siao dog in the middle of our detour. Finally we reached the wholesale centre, or rather after seeing it, wholesale shop. It was just a small humble shop with many fridges to keep the frosted food. Man was i dissapointed, but i was not the only one. So we bought stingray with samba chilli. As i have bad experiences with anything spicy, i was not in favour of buying more of it, then we bought chicken chop too, though i didnt get to taste it, but others did.(when cooked of course). So yea tts another bad start to the chalet, screwing up our way there, grateful still for the detour.
I shall skip the BBQ part, just one thing, next time i will never make chicken wing my staple food! so many chicken wings there, see already also damn scared.
Ahh, the bloody cycling at night. This was the last time our class could actually gather to do sth worthwhile, so we decided to go cycling in the night to see "haunted" hospitals, and other lewd stuff. The picture in my mind was cool night breeze, hair tossed, leisurely cycling into the heartlands. But well it was smashed when i found out we were travelling to changi village, which is freaking far from the chalet in pasar ris. So we all cycled together on the pavement with occational bumps and falls. Was still quite alright just that i felt that it was like gym session when going uphill. So we reached changi village after a long while and we made a stop there. Everyone was thirsty so we got drinks, but the unexpected happened. My classmate pual ordered chicken rice! hahas and we all had to wait for him. After that we cycled to changi runway at the airport. Yes the airport thats like tooting far and my butt and hands were tooting pain, esp my butt. So we stopped for our classmates to see aeroplane taking off. Man i dont really get it, how facinating is looking at a machine flying off and getting deaf from the loud engine noise. But my classmates seem to enjoy it, so wells just made the best of it there and stood in awe as the aeroplane flew off. Thats when i started to feel gastric pain. But i gritted my teeth and didnt make a big woo ha out of it, hoping that it will be like a fashion wave, comes and goes.So we cycled back to changi village, the route seemed pretty long going back, maybe it was due to the stab like pain in my stomach and the fact that i should be in lala land by that time. Yes it was at an unearthly 2-3am in the morning. So i geng the whole way back to changi village, as i was in pain, my mood was not the usual friendly. Focusing on cycling alone, i managed to make it back to changi village. Thats where i saw some prostitudes, my friends claim they were....o never mind this is supposed to be a clean post. But at that time i was already almost in labour pain, heck about the prostitudes and get me back home screamed by mind. After trying to eat something to curb the gastric, it helped abit but still the pain was lingering. There were two groups after that, one eager and excited to go for the "haunted" changi hospital group and another dying and cannnot wait to go home group. No prizes for guessing but yea i was in the latter. So we the dying and the wounded cycled back to the chalet. It was not really that bad but i do thank my friends and classmates to really look out for me and give me assurance that i will not return home in a box. Although we were the wounded, i find the teamwork and the cooperation really something to remember. Everyone of the wounded were helping each other out and encouraging one another, this really makes christmas spirit come in early. So yes after a tiring and unforgetful ride i was finally back to the chalet.
No more bikes for me now, dont care tricycle, motorcycle,bicycle or tri-shaw, i do not want any part in it after this experience. My butt still hurts like
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it was at; 12:43 AM
