Posted on: Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Posted at: 9:14 PM
wow. today. is. the best. and worst day. of. my. life.
lets start with the bad news.
ok.
so its like. 10.00am, and like, the most hilarious literature lesson EVER had just finished. it was hilarious mainly because it was in the library and we were using the computers to make slides for next lesson's presentation.
BIG MISTAKE SIR.
firstly. i had a hard time registering for a computer. the librarian refused to believe any of the names i had put down on the waiting list.
of course, she had her reasons.
Firstly....
the first name i put down was............Vietnamese Scholar
secondly...
the second name i put down was........ Bui Nhat Minh
thirdly....
i believe the librarian remembered the time when i put my name as noel piy from 1.5 (spell it backwards)....
therefore...she demanded for my smart card. which was a lousy idea too. but i had to give in, cause my Lit teacher stepped in.
anyway.. after putting my name there. she made me write my name in this book.
after screwin.. and SERIOUSLY screwin' with the computer....me, nhat minh and brandon FINALLY , under our Teacher's watchful eyes. got a nice presentation of 6 reasonably non-offensive/Out of point Pictures of witches.
after that... was recess. brandon asked me to play soccer. i did
TURNING POINT!!!!!!
while playing soccer, i had a couple of rough plays played onto me. which had caused some shock to my poor alread-shocked-enough knee...and also...i hurt my foot... but we shall look at this more in detail later.
so... my foot was hurt and i was grimacing in pain.... so pain.. that i could not stay awake during A-Maths although i had already pulled out all the stops and small tricks my brother taught me. therefore.. after 15 painful minutes. i succumbed, and went to the back of the class room..where conrad was listening to music at.. adn i lay on some bags and slept.
ok.
after A-MAths.. i said. CONRAD!! skip chinese. follow me to the matron!!.. and so.. we did...there. we wasted alot of time..mainly because conrad was messaging dunno who the hell... and i was like.. jokin around and playing a fool with the cafe uncle. when i got my ice bag..i was like.. what...? the damn thing was puny....
best thing is... it was the last one the uncle had... and when i was walking out the door, this sec one was like limping into ther cafe..crying.. and asking the uncle for ice pack..i was like.. OMG..HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA i got the last one..nehny-nehny-poo-poo....and like. gab chia was like,.. leon.you're an ass lah.
what...?
anyway.. i prolly shouldn't have laughed at the sec one..maybe i got my retribution...but... it was worth it. meh..
anyway... i ponned chinese in the end. the whole thing. thank god.
e-maths never fails to make me smile and high...
after e-maths... i decided to finnally go see a doctor...thus.. i snuck outta school...and after eating a sumptous at my parent's stall... deserted by teh-tarik... i made my way painfully to the polyclinic.
REMEMBER.
my knee had been already injured in march...in a freak standing-broad-jump-accident which i do not wish to go into detail to....
anyway.. it turned out that... due to my soccer playing and not-listening to the doctor and my parents i-told-you-so......
a minor tissue tear...had became every soccer fan's nightmare...DAMAGED CRUCIATE LIGAMENTS....plus my SHOULDER IS STILL INSTABLE...and i had a STRAIN IN MY FOOT!!!
whee.e..3 in one..so nippon paint lah...ARGH it hurst loads.
what hurts more though.. is that when people are playing soccer and having a ball of a time.. i would be sidelined.. having to settle as a spectator for at least 6 months...before can start even thinking of jogging again..let alone kicking..
awwwww shcuks.
nevermind. this is only a minor set back to what i will/might face in life in the near/far future
however...the good news is.. tis is ALL that the polyclinic doctor SUSPECTS!!
a scan on july 18th in NUH wiill either put my fears at ease.. or comfirm my greatest nightmare...
meanwhile... as i expect the worst and hope for the best... i sincerely urge all those who care to pray./give money. yes. i'm that desperate for money..
i bid you farewell.
this post is damn frikking long... although the main point is only like. at the 3rd last paragraph. wheee...bye
