I've realised recently I've been waking myself up at insane hours for the sake of blogging. No idea why.
My mum finally got round to buying a new printer. So yay I can print again.
L-cell yesterday was fun. I woke up at 1:15 and it starts at 1:30 so I scrambled down and arrived a mere 10 minutes late. Not bad for a slacker. The actual cell was fun. At the end sister cherie gave out cake and lollipops (lollipop lollipop, lolly lolly lolly lollipop). Ain't she nice.
Service was fun. I loved the song amazing. Cause our God is an amazing God. Still trying to find it on the net though.
FUEL was, well, just plain weird. With the newspaper and all. The gel was fun. Grabbing large wads of newspaper in my hands and sticking them onto bro kah fei. He was like a fallen statue.
Writhing around on the floor. But the later parts were more annoying with Ze Jun shoving newspaper down my shirt and keith tickling my ear with tiny rolled up pieces of newspaper. After a while I didn't care anymore and had a mound of newspaper down my back. It was at the point I was removing the newspaper from my shirt when I was suddenly reminded of the cake in my bag. The cake became a squashed version. It's height was effectively cut into half. Remind me never to keep cake in my bag again.
Macs was irritating. Ze Jun has this habit of shooting ice at anything. And, of all places, I was sitting opposite him. I felt like Neo dodging ice matrix style. After a while I got rather pissed and.. well... I don't think ZJ wants to do it again.
Today went for easter saturation. Giving out the Doctors Journal flyers was a success and a failure. We gave out a total of 300+ flyers so thats a success. But its also a failure cause we can't count how many people will actually come. There was this one guy that majorly pissed me off by taking the flyer after I explained it to him, walking to the dustbin next to me, and shoving the flyer inside. I was tempted to stab him with the nearest possible item but I didn't.
My face hurts from plastering the fake smile on my face.
My SB Esli is officially hopeless at this stuff. I gave out two-thirds of my stack and he gave out 3. Yes, thats right, 3. Ended up taking half from him. Then doing it again. And again. But, for his first time, I would say he did pretty good.
My mum was lecturing me in the car on the way home. I only had 3 hours of sleep and the adrenaline was wearing off so my mind was numb. I only said the words 'okay' throughout the entire conversation.
And now, my bed awaits and so does sleep.
Anger surrounds, enfolds, embraces. It fuels and depletes, energizes and takes away. Right now, I'm willing to take my chances...