It’s Monday again.
Friday I was almost sure that I got high blood pressure. (My definition of being veryyyyy angryyy)..
I was in the train, on the way to meet a group of people. I knocked off from office early and confident that I could make it on time. One and a half station from mine, the train stopped for few minutes, then moved for few meters, few minutes, few meters, few minutes…
Until one time it stopped, then there was an announcement asking passengers to mind their own business, eh, to switch to other mode of transportation.
To what?
Taxi? I hate taxis. I hate Singapore taxis. I hate small cars. I hate cars.
They just go fast and break every time they want while I was holding my puke. Almost always. The drivers are either rude or talk too much.
And the queue is like rainbow. Colorful with people and you never know where is the ending.
Bus. Bus is the bigger version of taxi, bus driver is SLIGHTLY better. But the destination I wanted to go was out of bus lane and I was not really familiar with the route.
My two options were disappeared.
BMW.
Bus – MRT and… Walk.
And suddenly my ankles decided that it was a good time to strike. I sprained my ankles, had to walk from one station to another and I was running late and sure enough, I was going to miss my dinner. Huh.
And today, I made special trip to do some paper work for my cousin, end up my journey was useless because the matter could only be done in some place far far away and I don’t know when I can free my precious Saturday with Christmas and New Year Eve come along. Who want to disrupt those days with stupid paper works?
Enough with ranting. It’s just another PMS time. ;p
Saturday, I went out with family. I brought them for shopping, what else to do here…
And to catch Power Rangers show for my nephew. Ugh, Power Rangers, those ugly US imitator. My time, I love Goggle Five. Ayakino, yayaya, kikiakino… (the soundtrack – I swear I remember it correctly).
There was a long line to get into the middle, in front of the stage. Out of nowhere, my brother asked me to join the line with my nephew, and I absentmindedly obeyed. When I was squeezed between hundreds of children (I’m hyperbolic at numbers but they are everywhere!), I sat on the floor with face as confused as my nephew.
“Parents please sit on the side.”
Hey, I’m not a parent.
I'm only a kind-hearted-slow-thinking-fell-into-trap sister of the ugly Daddy..
Whatever.
I had to move my butt; all the while I kept holding my nephew. Because when I explained to him that the Power Rangers was going to be as big as me, he was quite worried. He thought the Power Rangers would only be as small as the robot toys. He might be scared and I was also worried with walking children and adults bumped into him.
We sat. There was one big guy blocking our view. Huh. I thought parents should sit on the side.
Because of the big bloke, I had to cross my legs, half lifted so my nephew could sit and have better view.
Ten minutes. Fifteen. Finally, the host was out. She was annoying. She talked too much and asked the children to shout “Dino Thunder Power Uppp” as loud as they could. My ears protested. She asked them to shout louder and louder.
I looked at my nephew, afraid that he scared. He looked at me and asked whether I scared.
“Of course not.”
I already promised him that I would kick the asses of the Power Rangers in case they scared him.
But I was scared. The children around us looked hungry, wild and aggressive, and they kept shouting.
After the agonizing scream, the host asked PR to go out, then she pointed at the poster, “Here they are!”
Kunyuk. Make it fast..
Then she laughed like horse and asked PR to come out again, and a little girl came out. Turned out she was a fan of PR and she was able to demonstrate all the movement of PR.
There went few more minutes, and my leg started to numb.
All the while “DINO THUNDER POWER UPPPPPPPPP!”
Dino Thunder Shut Up….
Finally. The yellow, red and blue head were out.
I was clapping and cheering, lucky he was not scared.
So they did the actions. Until one time, the music changed into scary sound. It’s time for monster.
I was looking behind with dazed eyes and jumping pulses. I didn’t want to see the rubber monster my size.
Hell no! I was even afraid with Chiki and Dufan mascot.
Lucky there was no monster. Low budget.
So the Blue Ranger was being hypnotized and became the monster.
And my leg was killing me, and now there were two big blokes in front of us.
And my nephew was so concentrate that I didn’t want to move him.
The red and yellow were fighting with the blue. They knocked him down.
“YEAH!” I shout happily.
“Wait..wait….,”said the host,”The Blue Ranger wake up again.”
Monyong.
They knocked him down again. He woke up again.
Kunyuk Red and Yellow. Udah maen keroyokan, kalah lagi.
I was paralyzed from waist down.
They knocked him down again.
“Is Blue Ranger finally regaining his memory? Is he?”
He better be, nyet.
“Yes, he is…!”
“Wooo-hoooo!” I was cheering and clapping. The show was over. It was time to find out whether I could walk again or have to amputate something.
But of course, despite numb legs and ears, we were having a good time.
Only so far, I haven’t find a way to get even with my nephew’s Dad.
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“You know, some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don’t help.”
(Calvin and Hobbes)
“No, Hal, you’re not wrong, you’re just…less than right.”
(Malcolm In The Middle)
“Oh Lisa! You and your stories! Bart is a vampire! Beer kills brain-cells! Now let’s go back to that…building…thingy…where our beds and TV…is.”
(Homer Simpson)
“When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they’re finished, I climb out.”
(Erma Bombeck)
“Aba-de, aba-de, aba-de, that’s all folks!”
(Porky Pig)
