The Weekend From Hell, Pt. 1
... Well, not quite. Maybe really close, but not quite.
It all started with a really heavy Friday night paaaarteeeyyyyyyyyyyy (pronounced 'pahh-tehhh' and in correct English, spelled as 'party) in celebration of both Microsoft Malaysia's first excess of USD$100 million in sales and the moving on of our beloved GM, Mr. Butt Wai Choon (also translated as 'Bontot Kenapa Cantik', thanks to MS Malaysia's quirky sense of humor, see if you can figure it out).
Upon leaving the party earlier than expected (at 12am, I was really tired and I think slightly smashed) with a friend, we then drove over to a mamak and watched the climax of the Germany - Argentina game. We had a long conversation too, and I finally dropped my friend off at 3am then went home... arriving at about 3.20, and sleeping at about 4.
Woke up around 12pm... (before you think this is degenerating into one of those "Wake up, go out with cute girl, ha ha, play play, sleep" posts, bear with me. We're just approaching the exciting bit) ... and went about my business just waking up at a leisurely pace, as befitting the first morning of a weekend.
My mum's friends arrived (let's backtrack a little, she invited members of the Ladies' Fellowship over for lunch) and they were having a roaring good time while Good Ol' Hermit Aaron hid in his room under strict orders (no, it's not quite as bad as Harry Potter) not to show his face.
Around 1, I had fit of sneezing because I forgot to turn off my aircond, being engrossed in a quick game of FIFA '06 (yes, influenced by World Cup) I took a quick look around for that roll of toilet paper I kept for major emergencies in times of sneezing. To my utmost horror, there was none. Nada. Zilch. Zip. Ilek Puchi.
So, it being a clearly justified emergency, Good Ol' Sneezing Hermit Aaron rushed out of his room, walking by the kitchen, into the dining area, intending to disappear into his mum's bedroom where the attached toilet had a more than adequate supply of toilet paper to sate my sinustical (I invent my own words. Bite me) situation. However...
All the Aunties (note the capital 'A') smiled at me and nodded really politely. Good Ol' Polite Sneezing Hermit Aaron smiled too, scratching his head in an embarassed fashion, saying 'Hi', and walking through the portal dividing the living room and the dining room. All the while being somewhat woozy, sneezy, and embarrased, and completely missing the widening eyes and the beginning of a warning... "Hey, look ou-"
SMAAASSSHHHHHHHHHHH! *Plink* (In Chinese, also known as 'Pong Kling Klang', or perhaps that's Aaronese).
Aunties (Collective): OOOOOOoooooohhhhhh....
Good Ol' Smashed Up Aaron: Urrrkkkkk.....
Mean Ol' Smashed Up Glass door: *chink*
You see, there's a glass partition dividing the air-conditioned living room and the much warmer dining area. We usually leave this open as there is no point in switching on the air-conditioner in the hall when there is no one visiting; it simply wastes electricity. I usually have a fan on and the door open when I'm watching TV there.
So because it's usually open, I'm really used to just walking by the portal without a second glance. I would have noticed the glass door was closed if I was looking at the darned thing, but I was busy saying hi to everyone. That door literally shattered, and it took us the whole evening to take it down, dismantle the thing, and throw away the glass shards.
Why are you looking at me like that for? OH! Sorry, well, for all you concerned folks out there... I shattered the whole glass door with my knee, but fortunately escaped with only a very small superficial cut there. My ELBOW, for some reason (if you remember I was scratching my head, it was stuck out ahead of me) got the raw end of the deal (raw end, pun, get it? Ha Ha Ha :( ) and a slice of my precious flesh was gashed out from the point. It still hurts.
From how I can reconstruct it, basically I think I walked into the glass with my knee, thus shattering it at a center point, and hit one of the cracks running up from it with my elbow, pushing it in and gashing it in the process. I just thank God it wasn't any worse.
To end this first half of my weekend from hell, I spent a long time squatting, so my legs hurt, a lot of energy lifting the door and the glass, so my arms hurt, a raw elbow with a scar coming up, and a semi-sore knee. More to come on The Weekend from Hell, Part 2.
Yes, it gets worse. Stay tuned. ;)
It all started with a really heavy Friday night paaaarteeeyyyyyyyyyyy (pronounced 'pahh-tehhh' and in correct English, spelled as 'party) in celebration of both Microsoft Malaysia's first excess of USD$100 million in sales and the moving on of our beloved GM, Mr. Butt Wai Choon (also translated as 'Bontot Kenapa Cantik', thanks to MS Malaysia's quirky sense of humor, see if you can figure it out).
Upon leaving the party earlier than expected (at 12am, I was really tired and I think slightly smashed) with a friend, we then drove over to a mamak and watched the climax of the Germany - Argentina game. We had a long conversation too, and I finally dropped my friend off at 3am then went home... arriving at about 3.20, and sleeping at about 4.
Woke up around 12pm... (before you think this is degenerating into one of those "Wake up, go out with cute girl, ha ha, play play, sleep" posts, bear with me. We're just approaching the exciting bit) ... and went about my business just waking up at a leisurely pace, as befitting the first morning of a weekend.
My mum's friends arrived (let's backtrack a little, she invited members of the Ladies' Fellowship over for lunch) and they were having a roaring good time while Good Ol' Hermit Aaron hid in his room under strict orders (no, it's not quite as bad as Harry Potter) not to show his face.
Around 1, I had fit of sneezing because I forgot to turn off my aircond, being engrossed in a quick game of FIFA '06 (yes, influenced by World Cup) I took a quick look around for that roll of toilet paper I kept for major emergencies in times of sneezing. To my utmost horror, there was none. Nada. Zilch. Zip. Ilek Puchi.
So, it being a clearly justified emergency, Good Ol' Sneezing Hermit Aaron rushed out of his room, walking by the kitchen, into the dining area, intending to disappear into his mum's bedroom where the attached toilet had a more than adequate supply of toilet paper to sate my sinustical (I invent my own words. Bite me) situation. However...
All the Aunties (note the capital 'A') smiled at me and nodded really politely. Good Ol' Polite Sneezing Hermit Aaron smiled too, scratching his head in an embarassed fashion, saying 'Hi', and walking through the portal dividing the living room and the dining room. All the while being somewhat woozy, sneezy, and embarrased, and completely missing the widening eyes and the beginning of a warning... "Hey, look ou-"
SMAAASSSHHHHHHHHHHH! *Plink* (In Chinese, also known as 'Pong Kling Klang', or perhaps that's Aaronese).
Aunties (Collective): OOOOOOoooooohhhhhh....
Good Ol' Smashed Up Aaron: Urrrkkkkk.....
Mean Ol' Smashed Up Glass door: *chink*
You see, there's a glass partition dividing the air-conditioned living room and the much warmer dining area. We usually leave this open as there is no point in switching on the air-conditioner in the hall when there is no one visiting; it simply wastes electricity. I usually have a fan on and the door open when I'm watching TV there.
So because it's usually open, I'm really used to just walking by the portal without a second glance. I would have noticed the glass door was closed if I was looking at the darned thing, but I was busy saying hi to everyone. That door literally shattered, and it took us the whole evening to take it down, dismantle the thing, and throw away the glass shards.
Why are you looking at me like that for? OH! Sorry, well, for all you concerned folks out there... I shattered the whole glass door with my knee, but fortunately escaped with only a very small superficial cut there. My ELBOW, for some reason (if you remember I was scratching my head, it was stuck out ahead of me) got the raw end of the deal (raw end, pun, get it? Ha Ha Ha :( ) and a slice of my precious flesh was gashed out from the point. It still hurts.
From how I can reconstruct it, basically I think I walked into the glass with my knee, thus shattering it at a center point, and hit one of the cracks running up from it with my elbow, pushing it in and gashing it in the process. I just thank God it wasn't any worse.
To end this first half of my weekend from hell, I spent a long time squatting, so my legs hurt, a lot of energy lifting the door and the glass, so my arms hurt, a raw elbow with a scar coming up, and a semi-sore knee. More to come on The Weekend from Hell, Part 2.
Yes, it gets worse. Stay tuned. ;)
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