I've got a finger long scratch on my right wrist, swellings around my ankles and my head feels like hell. But I feel wonderful.
I was tired, annoyed and distressed today. But I felt happy.
I was defensive, territorial and absolutely stubborn. But I felt like a kid. Wait hold up...defensive? Territorial? Stubborn??? That is like a kid!!! lol
AFT went down to Su Lian Methodist Home today to celebrate Christmas with 50 kids there. Several friends of AFT were there as well to help out. I was unlucky yet lucky enough to become a facilitator of the group "The Nutcrackers". I suppose I was weary about heading down there. Exhaustion was still my company since I hadn't recovered from the week's trip overseas as well as having to wake up bloody early every god damn day since I returned.
So I trudged down to the car with my sis and headed over to several points in Sembawang and Yishun to pick up logistics stuff, food items and people. By the time we reached the home in Ang Mo Kio, I was ready to sprint right back on home into bed.
But I got out of the car and helped transfer everything into the canteen area. Then the horror began: I met my group.
If I had written the "CinderElla revamped" script after this event, my group would have been my inspiration for the misfits. Dude...there was a kid in a batman outfit, another kid who looked like he wanted to rip out my throat and eat it for dinner, another dude who so happens to be the tallest dude there who looked as though if I blew it him, he would topple over instantly and of course there's the dude who thinks inflicting pain on me is fun and by some amazing thought process, he thinks I enjoy being physically abused.
"I'm going to kill myself," that was the first thing that ran through my mind. But of course, never backing down from a challenge, I rolled up my sleeves and barged right into that group and laid down my 3 famous rules:
Rule Number 1: When I ask you to listen, you drop whatever you're doing and listen.
Rule Number 2: No vulgarities and name calling.
Rule Number 3: Have fun.
Hey it works...
Anyways, the kids actually took time to memorise the ruless...odd. Then began the biggest lesson of my life. I'm used to orderliness and rules followed. So when a bunch of kids start running around like headless chicken, I get stunned. I was so stunned, that I stood there for a good 5 minutes, figuring out my next plan of action to control them while putting on an appearance that they're running about was nothing more than the results of my cleverly planned actions.
It took me 3 hours but I finally got it.
At first, I thought wow...shouting will not get into these kid's heads and rules seemed too complicated for them to get.
But I was wrong. Shouting did get into these kids' heads. It was just that they refused to respond because they were so used to more shoutings that would come after.
And boy do they comprehend rules. The comprehend them so well that they found the loopholes between my 3 rules. Man normal kids are not as smart as these guys. Trust me. Half my group will either end up as Singapore's top lawyers or possibly end up as the greatest criminal masterminds to ever exist.
As the day went by, I fell in love with each kid and somehow became one of them to the point where I got so pissed when another group kept bullying mine. I became territorial and moody all the while standing around my group like an alpha female would with her cubs.
At the end of the day, I had 19 kids in my group. Why do I mention this? Because I started off with only 13 kids at first. The other 6 kids who joined were either from other groups or kids who were disliked by the others. I even had one who had saw eyes a day ago and was ocstracized for that....and the government worries about racism.
When it was time to leave, one kid gave me a heart shaped balloon...that's the kid who found hurting me fun and thought I found it fun as well. Another kid made me sign his whiteboard...that's the kid who had saw eyes. And of course, my entire team made me swear I'll add them on facebook which is what I'm doing now.
It was a beautiful way to start the Christmas week.
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