Hello people reading this post.
First of all, I'd like to say I'm sorry for not updating my blog in a really long time.
Second of all, I know this is probably a few weeks too late, and I may, no, I will sound very very lame for saying this, but I think it's important to me to state it on my blog.
PMR is over.
Haha, the funny thing is, Aimi was so frustrated that I didn't post this one sentence at all and left the 'Counting' post hanging like that, she wanted to post something here herself.
So again, I say sorry.
I guess you could say one reason I didn't post anything was because I was simply too malas to do it.
Indeed, I was.
Could you really blame me?
PMR was over.
I just wanted to sit and do nothing all day long.
So that's what I did.
But then, when I actually had the mood to write something, lo and behold, my house was stuck by lightning. 0_0'"
How did it happen?
I'll tell you the story.
I admit that I didn't help the situation at all.
In fact, I was so busy playing a game, that I honestly didn't notice the thunderstorm outside.
I really didn't notice.
That's what you get when there's nothing better to do.
I'm the type of person who has to focus on one thing at a time. All other things going on around around me are a blur. I'm completely oblivious to it.
So if at school, for instance, and I happen to be reading a book. If you want to get my attention, you better come up to me yourself and give me a little nudge on the shoulder. If you simply call out my name, I might not hear you.
But that depends on the book. =)
Anyway, I didn't know that it was raining heavily outside, so I just kept on playing. (it was Super Mario, by the way)
Next thing I knew, I heard this loud, like sort of explosion on the roof.
The lights went out.
The TV grew black.
And I was running down the stairs.
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Seriously, I was so scared. The noise was really loud, I could hear roof tiles falling, I smelled some sort of burning and the whole situation was just unexpected.
What else did you expect me to do?
Plus, I was under the impression that it was all completely my fault, that I broke the TV and the ASTRO and the Wii and basically anything electronic upstairs.
So I was downstairs.
At the time, the only people home were me, my grandmother, Zara and the maid.
The maid went to the fuse box and switched the power back on. Downstairs was fine.
But I couldn't see any lights on upstairs. I think at that point my face would've shown all of my guilt. But then, no one was really there to notice.
A few minutes after, my second sister came back from work. She brought McD with her. At first we were going to eat downstairs. But then she wanted to go up. So I just followed.
I went upstairs with the food. The lights were still off, but I could see the computer was on. That meant that there was power in my room, because the plug point connecting the computer was in my room. But there wasn't any in the living room.
Probably one of the worst things that could happen, happened.
The ceiling was leaking, right above where all the electrical appliances were. So, the relatively new TV was wet, the Wii wasn't wet, but it was dripping right in front of it (instead, the CDs got wet) and, though everything else was dry, I panicked.
What more, my sister was blaming me, and I know I deserved it, but I couldn't help but feel like crying. I didn't though, that was hardly the place or time to cry.
We got buckets and rags and stuff.
Tried to dry what we could.
It was dark.
It was hot.
It was very stressing.
I just kept wondering when someone would shoot me.
Once we dried everything, I ate with my sister, downstairs, since there was nowhere to eat upstairs.
I didn't say much.
I didn't want to explain anything.
I couldn't.
I didn't know how to.
I just ate, while staring blankly into space, contemplating what had happened.
Thinking of a way to explain this to my parents.
When it happened, it was around 5 something.
My parents would only come home after 11pm.
I couldn't watch TV.
Not that I wanted to.
I refused to go anywhere near technology.
So what did I do?
I took a book. Labyrinth.
I made some mango flavoured black tea.
I sat in the living room downstairs.
Switched on the fan and read all through those hours.
I managed to finish the book too.
I didn't even talk to anyone, even though by 6 my first sister and my brother-in-law were home already.
Too ashamed and depressed, as you might say.
The next day, the technicians from KPMC came.
But no, they didn't come in an ambulance. Instead they took the Estima from KPMC and drove here in that car.
Turns out, the TV was fine. Thank god.
The Wii was fine as well, but that I knew the night before.
Unfortunately, the ASTRO was the one that was blown.
That was the source of the burning that I smelled the day before..
Learning that the ASTRO was rosak didn't disturb me that much.
There was a second decoder downstairs.
And in any case, they can't say I was the one who broke it because I wasn't even watching TV when it happened.
It was just a stroke of bad luck.
The one I hated, though, was that the internet couldn't be used.
Yes, I had to live without the internet for more than a week.
A week.
The tiles that I heard falling?
Apparently the lightning struck the metal cockerel that pointed north.
It was on the tower which held the water tank.
I guess I'm not surprised why the lightning struck it. It was the highest point of the house.
So much for having a lightning conductor. Doesn't help when something like this happens, now does it?
So that's the reason why I've been missing the past few days, in a sense.
This is a really long post. So I hope it wasn't too much of an effort to read it.
Sorry, again.
I'll post something else soon.
I know something interesting might happen. =)
