Oh Calamity!!!
I manslaughtered my phone!...
And manslaughter is the word, cos there's a fine line between intentional murder, and well, manslaughter, though I'd say it's the issue of the better worse, but that's a story for another time.
So... today was Family3 day, went to man the AR booth, guess we spent most of the time playing with those toy guns ourselves.
Talk about goofy moments! DuJing, Fang Xiao, Esmond, Debby and I were chasing each other in a "whack-your-opponent-on-the-head-with-a-balloon! game -_-" should have seen us running around like a bunch of neverland escapades! Sheesh... the things we do sometimes, yeah but that deserves a smiley :D haha.
Unfortunately, calamity struck at 1347hrs, when "Debby and co." decided I look better dripping wet and gracefully invited me up on "Uncle Ringo." Naturally, I was against the idea of turning my garments translucent, and diplomatically declined their generous offer. The clash of ideals escalated into a tussle. The 15 min resistence ended up with me "walking the plank," or rather, more accurately, sitting the plank. Povero Pauvre!
As I sat edgily on the plank, I was beginning to wonder why I hadn't seek refuge in the blissful toilet cubicles.
Okay...! Let's get this clear.
I hope you do not imagine the water to be pleasantly clean, and warm.
1) It was murky
2) There were bits and pieces of twigs, leaves and god-knows-what floating around, beckoning warmly to you
3)The water was nothing short of an icy cold status
4) It was salty (as I went on to realise, when I embraced the water)
Yes. And please. I wasn't dunked. No..no...don't use inaccurate, degradatory terms, I fell in myself. -_-" If that is any less degradatory...In any case, any word is fine, as long as it is made clear that Miss Debby Ling did not have the honour,nor credit of having directly cause my fall into the water. heh.
Well. And so Miss Debby Ling swung her mighty arms and had the ball flying at the target beam. She couldn't have been more accurate.
(eh debby? Now you'd wish you were as accurate during trainings -_-"). To cut the long story short, the plank wobbled as a result of Debby's miraculous hit, and at the instance, I changed my mind.
That wobble brought me to my senses, and I thought "Are you nuts?!? You are going to get wet!!"And at the back of my head rang loud and clear---Debby's maniac, victorious laughter.
That did it, I jolted and screamed as I frantically tried to clamber back up onto "safe grounds".I realised immediately the reason "Uncle Ringo" had high slimy walls as I lost my footage, wobbled and ... The next second saw my screams muffled abruptly and rudely as my face kissed and embraced the delightful aqueous entity. As I clambered out of the tank, I realised everyone was guffawing. Hee-ing and haw-ing like a bunch of donkeys... moments later, my sheer stupidity recoiled with bewail contempt for my folly, and I felt like a donkey. So much for "entertainment for charity" as dear Debby would put it.
It was only after all the hulabaloo that I realised I had my phone in my pocket!!!
Adjectives here only serve to prove the frailty of language, so I shan't attempt.
All vital signs had ceased.
Hell, on the other hand, was just about to unfold.
Any illusion I had of my mum flashing me a smile and offering to get me a new phone evaporated when she plainly told me to start reading up on how people communicated in the 19th century.
"huh? Why?"
"Cos, you are going to have to learn to live likewise."
:(
Mum's policy:
Action=Reaction
Cause=Effect
I had gotten my current phone, because I had proved to be very careless with my belongings.
The risks she decided, were not worth taking.
I had effectively pull the plug out of the LSS, when I just had to demonstrated how I could forget that handphones can't swim.
So.
Here's to at least a few months of survival without a means of contacting anyone, anytime, anywhere. (I am sure mum would find SS lessons very interesting indeed.)
Cheers.
*bitter laugh*
I manslaughtered my phone!...
And manslaughter is the word, cos there's a fine line between intentional murder, and well, manslaughter, though I'd say it's the issue of the better worse, but that's a story for another time.
So... today was Family3 day, went to man the AR booth, guess we spent most of the time playing with those toy guns ourselves.
Talk about goofy moments! DuJing, Fang Xiao, Esmond, Debby and I were chasing each other in a "whack-your-opponent-on-the-head-with-a-balloon! game -_-" should have seen us running around like a bunch of neverland escapades! Sheesh... the things we do sometimes, yeah but that deserves a smiley :D haha.
Unfortunately, calamity struck at 1347hrs, when "Debby and co." decided I look better dripping wet and gracefully invited me up on "Uncle Ringo." Naturally, I was against the idea of turning my garments translucent, and diplomatically declined their generous offer. The clash of ideals escalated into a tussle. The 15 min resistence ended up with me "walking the plank," or rather, more accurately, sitting the plank. Povero Pauvre!
As I sat edgily on the plank, I was beginning to wonder why I hadn't seek refuge in the blissful toilet cubicles.
Okay...! Let's get this clear.
I hope you do not imagine the water to be pleasantly clean, and warm.
1) It was murky
2) There were bits and pieces of twigs, leaves and god-knows-what floating around, beckoning warmly to you
3)The water was nothing short of an icy cold status
4) It was salty (as I went on to realise, when I embraced the water)
Yes. And please. I wasn't dunked. No..no...don't use inaccurate, degradatory terms, I fell in myself. -_-" If that is any less degradatory...In any case, any word is fine, as long as it is made clear that Miss Debby Ling did not have the honour,nor credit of having directly cause my fall into the water. heh.
Well. And so Miss Debby Ling swung her mighty arms and had the ball flying at the target beam. She couldn't have been more accurate.
(eh debby? Now you'd wish you were as accurate during trainings -_-"). To cut the long story short, the plank wobbled as a result of Debby's miraculous hit, and at the instance, I changed my mind.
That wobble brought me to my senses, and I thought "Are you nuts?!? You are going to get wet!!"And at the back of my head rang loud and clear---Debby's maniac, victorious laughter.
That did it, I jolted and screamed as I frantically tried to clamber back up onto "safe grounds".I realised immediately the reason "Uncle Ringo" had high slimy walls as I lost my footage, wobbled and ... The next second saw my screams muffled abruptly and rudely as my face kissed and embraced the delightful aqueous entity. As I clambered out of the tank, I realised everyone was guffawing. Hee-ing and haw-ing like a bunch of donkeys... moments later, my sheer stupidity recoiled with bewail contempt for my folly, and I felt like a donkey. So much for "entertainment for charity" as dear Debby would put it.
It was only after all the hulabaloo that I realised I had my phone in my pocket!!!
Adjectives here only serve to prove the frailty of language, so I shan't attempt.
All vital signs had ceased.
Hell, on the other hand, was just about to unfold.
Any illusion I had of my mum flashing me a smile and offering to get me a new phone evaporated when she plainly told me to start reading up on how people communicated in the 19th century.
"huh? Why?"
"Cos, you are going to have to learn to live likewise."
:(
Mum's policy:
Action=Reaction
Cause=Effect
I had gotten my current phone, because I had proved to be very careless with my belongings.
The risks she decided, were not worth taking.
I had effectively pull the plug out of the LSS, when I just had to demonstrated how I could forget that handphones can't swim.
So.
Here's to at least a few months of survival without a means of contacting anyone, anytime, anywhere. (I am sure mum would find SS lessons very interesting indeed.)
Cheers.
*bitter laugh*
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