Funny little me
As usual, was talking crap to The Sins. These 2 are tops. If only I could find someone who could click with me as much as they both do with each other. Oh well.
So I was talking crap with Roy, and he mentioned how frustrated my parents were when I was a kid (only a kid?! I think it's still the same now). I told him I was pretty much a kid on a destructive mode, literally. He was pretty amazed some of the things that happened, much less to a girl. A short summary:
1) Head got stuck at window grill. I know. I should be the last person that it happens to. Because with my big head. It would seem ridiculous to even attempt to stick my head out anything. But I did stick it out successfully. Not so pretty sight when I attempted to retrack my head. It just couldn't budge back in. So I started wailing. I remembered clearly that my grams and mum were home. And while my gram was using soap and water to lubricate my head, my mum, in clear frustration, said she might have to call the Civil Defence. -_- Only got me wailing even louder. Gram's patience finally pulled off, and with a very red neck, I was out. Obviously I didn't learn my lesson well when the following week, my leg got stuck between the panels of the rocking chair.
2) Grew older, but not wiser. I really seem to have a penchance into getting physical situations. It was time to queue for our daily bus ride home, and I was very intrigued by the emergency door knob by the side of the folding door. I thought if I was fast enough, I would activate the door knob while the door was still open, and rush into the bus before it closed. Very Big Mistake. I ended up having my left arm stuck outside and the rest of me inside. It wasn't the pain, more of the embarrassment, because the whole bus was filled with my kakis.
3) Not too long after that, as all kids do, we rush to our bus the moment the final bell sound. No clue to what happened that day, but I tripped and chipped off my front tooth. Blood was everywhere, and I was in serious pain. It was classic scene where I was at the back of the bus, facing the window, and crying my way home. Could remember my dad say, 'Not again'.
4) 11. One of my most accident prone years. During a PE lesson, I fell and fractured my left arm. It was one of the scariest moments of my life, pain aside. I could see the side part of my bone jutting out of my arm and my dad was called to school. In his frustration, he scolded me for crying, I was upset and confused, and told him, 'So pain, how not to cry', sheesh. Was brought to my mum's workplace and placed on X-ray, then to the OT for bone realignment. Was counting on to stay 1 night in the children's ward, thinking that the toys and books would be some sort of comfort. Nope, mum dragged me home in the middle of the night and took emergency leave for the next 3 days.
5) This one even better. Happily walking to one of my favourite stalls to buy food. Friend accidentally tripped me over and ended up knocking my head against the wall. Skin on forehad split and blood was everywhere. It was the blood that scared me more than the pain. It didn't seem to end. I had the honour of being sent to the hospital by my then-Vice Principal. I even remember requesting him to specifically send me to Gleneagles. He must have been thinking that I'm some atas girl, only go private hospital. Mum was informed and when she saw me, she heaved a sigh of resignation and, 'Again', slipped out from her.
How can a weird girl get into so many situations even before she hit 12? I’ve asked myself countless times. A good combination of hyperactivity, klutziness, sock-it attitude. I was not called the monkey-bar queen for nothing ‘k.
So I was talking crap with Roy, and he mentioned how frustrated my parents were when I was a kid (only a kid?! I think it's still the same now). I told him I was pretty much a kid on a destructive mode, literally. He was pretty amazed some of the things that happened, much less to a girl. A short summary:
1) Head got stuck at window grill. I know. I should be the last person that it happens to. Because with my big head. It would seem ridiculous to even attempt to stick my head out anything. But I did stick it out successfully. Not so pretty sight when I attempted to retrack my head. It just couldn't budge back in. So I started wailing. I remembered clearly that my grams and mum were home. And while my gram was using soap and water to lubricate my head, my mum, in clear frustration, said she might have to call the Civil Defence. -_- Only got me wailing even louder. Gram's patience finally pulled off, and with a very red neck, I was out. Obviously I didn't learn my lesson well when the following week, my leg got stuck between the panels of the rocking chair.
2) Grew older, but not wiser. I really seem to have a penchance into getting physical situations. It was time to queue for our daily bus ride home, and I was very intrigued by the emergency door knob by the side of the folding door. I thought if I was fast enough, I would activate the door knob while the door was still open, and rush into the bus before it closed. Very Big Mistake. I ended up having my left arm stuck outside and the rest of me inside. It wasn't the pain, more of the embarrassment, because the whole bus was filled with my kakis.
3) Not too long after that, as all kids do, we rush to our bus the moment the final bell sound. No clue to what happened that day, but I tripped and chipped off my front tooth. Blood was everywhere, and I was in serious pain. It was classic scene where I was at the back of the bus, facing the window, and crying my way home. Could remember my dad say, 'Not again'.
4) 11. One of my most accident prone years. During a PE lesson, I fell and fractured my left arm. It was one of the scariest moments of my life, pain aside. I could see the side part of my bone jutting out of my arm and my dad was called to school. In his frustration, he scolded me for crying, I was upset and confused, and told him, 'So pain, how not to cry', sheesh. Was brought to my mum's workplace and placed on X-ray, then to the OT for bone realignment. Was counting on to stay 1 night in the children's ward, thinking that the toys and books would be some sort of comfort. Nope, mum dragged me home in the middle of the night and took emergency leave for the next 3 days.
5) This one even better. Happily walking to one of my favourite stalls to buy food. Friend accidentally tripped me over and ended up knocking my head against the wall. Skin on forehad split and blood was everywhere. It was the blood that scared me more than the pain. It didn't seem to end. I had the honour of being sent to the hospital by my then-Vice Principal. I even remember requesting him to specifically send me to Gleneagles. He must have been thinking that I'm some atas girl, only go private hospital. Mum was informed and when she saw me, she heaved a sigh of resignation and, 'Again', slipped out from her.
How can a weird girl get into so many situations even before she hit 12? I’ve asked myself countless times. A good combination of hyperactivity, klutziness, sock-it attitude. I was not called the monkey-bar queen for nothing ‘k.