Reasons for my recent absence

Okay, I've decided to update my blog. Happy now, to a certain 'someone' (Oh, you know who you are.)? xD

Anyway, I'll even admit it myself; I haven't been updating my blog lately and somehow brought it to it's death again. BUT I have a perfectly good reason for it, you know. It's not that I'm lazy or... something. *cough cough*

And seeing that I'll be having an one week holiday before entering my trials, I'd figure that I should update a little about my life. So, here's a little summary of what happened to me that caused me to abandoned my blog.

You see, a few weeks ago, I've been having my worst of the worst luck of all. Those events turned my world upside down, I tell ya. The stress was killing me so much that if I couldn't think rationally, I could have turn over to the aids of pills, alcohol, drugs or even commit suicide. NO JOKE! I was so emo that I don't even want to blog about it.

There's this one Wednesday where Daniel, I and my brother went out for dinner in a nearby mamak. After that dinner, we realized we didn't have enough money to pay for our dinner. So, Daniel drove me home to get the money while my brother stays in the mamak. I entrusted my wallet to my brother. After we returned to the stall and paying the money we owe, we left and Daniel fetched me and my brother home.

After a while, I then realized that my wallet was gone. I asked my brother where my wallet is, he said he don't know when he was the last one who was holding it. He told me that he remembered bringing it into Daniel's car, so I called him and asked to see if my wallet's in. He said no. I got so pissed and interrogated my brother again. Then, I ran all the way back to the mamak to check. Bloody bugger, the truth was that my brother left it in the mamak all the while!! Thankfully, those roti-flipping machas were kind enough to keep it for me. Got it back and was relieved that nothing in there was missing.

My parents told me to not scold my brother as they themselves would do it. So, okay, I thought. But in the end, guess what? They didn't do shit on him, not even a word. Instead, they scolded me. What the hell, man? He lost my wallet and I got the scolding for being careless? They sure gave me one hell of a scolding, as if the whole thing was wholly my fault. I was so pissed that night.

Then the day after that, I was planning to head to Fitness First with all my friends after school since they have this one-week free membership. I packed my exercising shirt, shorts and gloves in my bag. Oh and I also brought my phone along just in case I got involved in an accident or something during my workout in the gym. On that day, there was a spot-check conducted towards the form fours. I took part in it as well and checked the students. I received words that some students managed to sneak up to their classes before the spot-check began but was eventually called down to the assembly yard. I suspected something and went to their classes and conducted spot-check in their classes under the teachers' orders, of course.

Here's the thing, the form four classes have three floors in a single building. I found something shockingly in each floors. For the first floor, I managed to find two sticks of cigarettes. On the second floor, well let's just skip this for the last. On the third floor, I found a creepy baby girl doll covered in artificial blood. Yes, those bug-eyed blinking plastic-made dolls that creeps the everliving shit out of my entire system. What the hell is those thing doing in a classroom in the first place anyway?

Now, for the second floor, also the good part. I and some prefects found a living SCORPION. Cigarettes, toys, hair gel and blade I can accept, but scorpion? What in the freaking hell is wrong with you form fours, man?! Ah, anyway, after the large-scale spot-check. The disciplinary teachers suddenly conducted a sudden spot-check onto the prefects itself! Then, the only word that reached my mind; Fuck...

Yes, you've guessed it; all my stuffs got swept away. Even my cap that I bring to school everyday was confiscated as well! I don't get it, why even cap's confiscated? It's not like they could distract us in studies or whatsoever. I don't even see the reason to why caps are not allowed. I mean, I usually walk home from school. And as you all may know, the weather nowadays' a killer. As for me who have low-blood pressure, may faint any given minute under the hot weather. So, I use a cap on my journey to home. What's wrong with that?

If some of you say, why don't you use an umbrella instead? Okay, I have one primary reason and one side-reason for that.

The primary reason = Umbrellas are quite dangerous. If you break it into two, won't it have a sharp edge? Can't you just stab any single part of the body with it and eventually injure or fatally injure someone with that? I won't take my risk into bringing one.

The side reason = My prideful side wouldn't let me. It would make me look gay ._. Or to simply put it, looks girly. No offense.

As for my shirt and shorts, I really want to give those bloody bastards a piece of my mind. I noticed that most badminton players in our school who stays back for training usually wears outside shirt and pants. HOW COME THEY CAN GET AWAY WITH THAT? AND THE FACT THAT THE TEACHER HANDLING THE BADMINTON TEAM IS ONE OF THE SCHOOL'S STRICTEST TEACHER FURTHER FREAKING ENRAGED ME! IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR!!!! SO NOT FAIR THAT I DECIDED TO USE CAPS LOCK!

But no use arguing with them. To teachers, most of them would always have this mindset; 'I'm the teacher, I'm always right.' or something like that, I don't know. Sorry for jumping to conclusions but this is what came to me every time I face these situations.

I asked my mom to retrieve my belongings and a certain teacher had the nerves to make my mom wait like an idiot in the office from 10am to 2 something. In the end, I only manged to get my clothes back. As for my phone, well, end of the year it is. Darn it... Went home after that, and got another hell of a scolding from my parents once again. They were giving me the cold-shoulder treatment from then.

Then on Sunday, I was playing a game of futsal. I was sort of involved in an accident. How should I explain it... Oh well, you'll just have to imagine it after reading what I'll be writing.

I was bringing the ball quite fast towards the goal. The ball and I was in front of the keeper. I was ready to shoot and the keeper was kneeling. The ball was right in front of my ding-dong. The keeper threw a powerful punch to punch the ball away. He succeeded, the ball was blocked away but the punch continued zipping forward. Then, guess where it landed?

For those who can't imagine, ask someone with a better imagination to translate it to you. For those who can, yeah, and that time, I swore I could hear church bells ringing in my head. The ball flew away from the goalpost, I flew INTO the goalpost. I could neither breathe nor stand. I just collapsed onto the ground, rolling and screaming in pain. The pain lasted for the whole day. The following day, the pain was still there and I had to take leave from school. Damn, and I missed the prefect recruiting and retirement event again.

When I went to my usual clinic, the usual doctor wasn't there. While making an appointment for the doctor, I had the shock of my life my a young lady came out from the examination ward. I thought she was the doctor in duty today! I was like 'Oh ma gawd, don't tell me I have to show my ding-dong to her?!!'.

I looked at my dad and told him: "No way in hell I'm going to show my brother to a lady doctor!".

He replied: "Lady doctor then lady doctor la! What's to be afraid of?"

Not only a young lady doctor, a hot one at that. Gawd, I tell ya, my mind almost automatically went to the 'wrong' side again.

DAMN!!

But when I entered the examination ward, turns out that the doctor is a male doctor. Thank God! LOL

After that, there's still more. Let's head to Friday. Friday could be the worse event of all events. I headed to school as usual, attended the assembly as usual and went up to class as usual. Somewhere around 9 in the morning, when I put my hand into my pocket. I then only realized that my wallet's gone! I panicked and dashed out of the classroom just to look for my wallet. I reported to the teacher-in-charge of the week. Guess what? She did no shit, heck I don't even see any attempts in search of my wallet from the school authorities till date neither. They only gave me the usual two line bullshit:

"How much money do you have inside?"

"Inside got I.C. ah?"

I tell you, if they tell me that two cents shit again. I'm gonna unscrew their heads and shit down their necks. I'm freaking SERIOUS!. Knowing that the school cannot be depended, I decided to search for my wallet myself. I went through the whole school, climb onto ceiling, check every single dumpster, check into every toilet bowl, looked into every drain. Hell, still no sign of my wallet. Then it was then I guessed that some pickpocket must have stolen my wallet. Why did I jump into that conclusion? Well, it's because all the while, my wallet is placed FIRMLY inside my pocket all the while. The chances of it falling out is almost nil. And so, someone MUST HAVE taken it out from my pocket!

But you know what? My parents gave me one hell of another scolding again ==. Again, they gave me the 'this-is-entirely-your-fault' scolding. I tried talking to them that someone must have stolen my wallet, but they didn't listen. They'd continued shouting at me, asking me where the hell is my gawd-damned responsibility. The way they scolded me is like implying that I'm more to a nuisance in the family. I was so darn pissed and depressed that time that my mind couldn't think straight. That night, believe me or not, I was in a dilemma to whether commit suicide or run away from home. I'm serious, I tell ya.

But in the end, I managed to think straight and I had to think a certain someone for comforting me with his cute and naive nature. A certain talking cheese. xD Guess who?

Yes, you've guessed it. It's none other than Spongebob Squarepants! XD


I spend the whole night watching Spongebob's 10th anniversary marathon and laughed all my depression away. Seriously, that yellow dude can sure kill your stress and depression away. It's a solution even better than drugs and alcohol. Yes, I'm a Spongebob-addict. So what? It's not like there's a law against it or something, ain't there? ;D

Yeah, that's pretty much to why I wasn't able to update my blog recently. But since the trials are drawing near, I might not even update for another long period of time again. So savor it! >=D

Kyle