When I was in primary 4, I had an art assignment which had totally slipped my mind. It was around this time, during raya. When I reached home, I suddenly remembered that I have to hand in this assignment the very next day. The theme was National day if i'm not wrong. Ok...I panicked. So I took out the drawing block and doodled as fast as I could. It was 11am then and unlike now, my bed time then was 10. I was beat...especially after a whole day of 'raya collection'. I didnt manage to colour it. I gave up. put down my pencil and went to bed. The next day, when I woke up, everything was in place except that the picture was coloured. I was thrilled of cause but puzzled at the same time. I asked my parents if they helped me. They said they didnt.
Ok....true they might have told a white lie...thats one of the possibilities. But the way the picture was coloured...and from the fact that they didnt know where I keep my colour pencils, Its hard to doubt them. Oh the picture was coloured 'kiddishly'. As in from the strokes..you can tell.
Years later I learned that a family of 'Jins' live in the same flat that I did then. Maybe their kids helped me out..haha. I wonder.
Flying Fox
I was the biggest Fish in my uniform group back in secondary school. It was CCA day. A busy day whereby all the CCAs would put on a good show to try and ecruit as many freshies as possible. We had flying fox. After everything was set up, we decided to give it a try. Since nobody voluntered, as the leader, I took a step forward. I got on the ledge, grabbed tight to the loops thats hanging loosely across the rope above. Everything looked ok. The rope seemed taut enuff. I know that things were wrong the moment I jumped off. At 4 stories high. I slid down the rope like a meteor. The rope went slack....it was getting too low...at this rate, I'll hit the grown first before I can reach the end of the rope. I closed my eyes...gripped the loops tighter..lift up my leg as high as I could and prayed. SCRAAAPPPP.....my bum kissed the ground and left it as quickly as it touches it. My bum scrapped the ground. My jeans was torn. However I was unhurt. (besides my bum). Somehow I was 'lifted' inches away from the ground. Oh..I forget to mention, there was not enough people on top to actually help pull the rope to make it more taut while I was on it. 2 guys surely wont have the strength to carry the weight of the rope as well as mine.
Gas Gas Gas
I went home one day from school...tired and sleepy. Had a long day. Straight 4 hours lectures and 2 tutorials after that. It was 4 when I reached home. I noticed that the windows were all closed. An indication that my mum have been out for a long time since morning as it was raining heavily that day. After washing my feat, I went to my room. Something forced me to open the window side open. I dont normally do this as it will be too glaring for a nap. Dont know why, I just feel that I need to that day. SO I went to sleep. I woke up around 630pm. I went to the showers, lit up the lighter. and do my thang. Once done, I went out to take a look at the pots on the stove...was kinda hungry. Guess what, the gas was on. For 2hrs plus, Gas have been seeping throughout the whole house! I quickly rush to all the windows and open them wide open. Its a lucky thing that I open my window wide open. I could have died. And luckily, the gas cylinder didnt explode when I lit my lighter.
Ok there are still some incidents to share...but im getting tired....gosh its already 3. So sit back and recall...did you have any miracles to date?
Do you have an angel by your side?
