Stupefaction

Oh kay well, I guess I owe you some kinda explanation for the previous post since.. well.. obviously I was NOT myself. And I guess you're dying to know how the 'quacking' came about. Here's the sad story:

Unless you're HauYan or DunPing, you won't know that I had a shut-eye (it means SLEEP) during a really crucial two hours of the day, and I woke up at 10:10pm. DunPing, I guess I was too traumatised to tell you the whole story.. HauYan, I WANTED to tell you, but considering the number of 'huh?'s you're throwing back at me, I'll write it all here. Haha, I can't blame you, I'm an idiot after all. ~

ANYWAY, mom and dad left home at evening but they entrusted me with the responsibility to run an errand for a woman living two blocks away at 9.30pm. It was an incredibly-important errand, to send some stuff to the woman when she gets home. I know her, but she never knew I existed, she's mom's friend. I figured I'd get this simple job done in no time but na na na na, reality check: I only woke up 40 mins late. Why? Fatigue..stress.. and I complacency. My comp was on when I awoke, 2 ppl wanted to talk on msn, when suddenly I noticed the time on the screen.

... T.T Beautiful night for a stroll isn't it?

Panic. Panic. Panic. What now? Change and get my ass to the woman's house now? Or just sit here like a good boy and await my doom. How would the woman feel? How would my parents feel? How would I feel? Stupidity made me stay awhile to compose my thoughts. But maybe it's time the woman got some justice so I rushed there immediately.

Well, here's the painful part. I waited a good 5 minutes outside her door and a woman in her late forties confronted me with a murderous look on her face. She didn't open the gate, but she lectured me in old-fashioned malay. I stood there, timid and volatile, and my head filled with a sorrowful mixtue or regret and embarrassment. I was too overwhelmed by stupefaction to actually listen to what she was blabbering about but I think it's something about 'no responsibility' and 'lack of compassion' or whatever. A little boy popped out behind the woman with a thumb in his mouth and a rubber duckie in the other hand. I eyed him as he squeaked it relentlessly, his mother just went on and on. After a few unfamiliar malay sayings, she took the wretched bag and I fled.

As I returned home, I didn't know what to feel or think. All I could remember was that stupid noise that marched through my head like a thousand armies. Or maybe a thousand... DUCKS.

Quack..... Quack...... Quack..... Quack...... Quack...... Quack..... T.T

I sat before my computer again, I can't say anything more to my friends. When mom and dad got home, I was still thinking about the last paragraph of my will. I stepped out of my room and told them I had something to say. But here's the part where it hurt the most: they already knew.

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Days in life such as this one, would remain in my mind for a veeeery long time.. considering how much damage it caused. My insides are still shaky from the earlier visit, but at least I'm in the right mind to reflect. Mom and dad gave me a good tongue-lashing.. on the importance of responsibility... discipline.. initiative and other stuff.. Today wasn't exactly one of the happiest days of life but I guess it did teach me a lot. Face it Hyder, you're not perfect. Now that I've blogged, I feel so much better. There's only one problem left:

....I can't sleep now. T.T