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Adrenaline Rush

     2 days after my arrival back home..oops sorry brother James, I have to postpone the other post for a while but I promise you I’ll get back on that =D. So anyway, 2 days after arriving in Makassar, it was chinese new year’s eve and the big thing about it was really the ‘fun’ helping out at the restaurant.

     Woke up early, grab few biscuits, committed the day into His hand and I’m off to the battlefield which is located few blocks from my house. The glass doors revealed the chaos happening inside. I could see few take-aways lined up on chairs and I told myself, "Darn, I am late." Went it, felt a bit weird since I don’t really know the people there. The absence of my cousin there relieved me, not because I hate her or what haha, simply for the fact that it showed I wasn’t late since her parents are the one in charge.

     Before starting anything, here are the rules of the battle: 1. Run and hide, unless you are very near then you need to tip-toe your way out, when the phone rings. 2. Do not sit around. 3. Always make yourself busy, be it walking with plastic bags in your hand or even paper and pen. Got it? So here we go.

     The work started with my usual ‘expertise’ i.e packing the food, from a huge serving of hot soup to the huge salad plate. It was fun and painful at times especially when you felt that hot sensation on your skin, you have no choice but to ‘enjoy’ it and not letting go off the food.

     There wasn’t much things to do in the morning but when it reached 4pm, everyone didn’t have time to blink. Poeple started coming in, looking for their orders; phones started ringing, boy! told you to avoid them, no idea whether someone got hit…I know I didn’t. People started screaming and shouting, asking for each of their customer’s food; people looking for markers, for small change, for the drivers to send the deliveries, stomach started making noises, people calling others names, looking for sauces, rubber bands, plastic bags and on the battle went. Oh by the way, it didn’t end that way. Evening and night came, good smelling people with nice clothes are arriving and you felt so out of place. Wearing my baggy green pants and t-shirt, I tried to ignore the look on people’s face and continued sweeping the floor. One of the thing that crossed my mind and I kinda did it was to ’scold’ a kid in english when she stepped on the pile of rubbish that I have swept aside, but I was being a chicken and ’scolded’ between my teeth. Her reaction was to look on my face simply because I looked at her and walked off.

     Few of the last thing I did before leaving was setting up tables and the night passed without a family reunion dinner… a bit sad but for this one thing, I rather not having that dinner. A few hours later after my parents got home, my dad asked us to go down to the ground floor to pray. I was a bit reluctant coz that was where the altar of idols is placed and why do we have to go down anyway since I can pray on other floors. So, here we were holding hands, right in front of the altar and my dad suddenly prayed to Jesus, giving thanks to Him and continued by my eldest sister. Though he later prayed to the idols as well but I believe that was one big change and all praise goes to YOU, GOD! Went to sleep and was awaken by 2 sms by two weird people who sent new year’s wish at 2 a.m and at 6 a.m for the fact that sydney was 8a.m by then. Thanx JQ. =D

     Last but definitely not least, we survived the battled without much injuries simply because God was in control and that I had surrendered the day into His hands. So, anyone who are interested to experience this thing, you are welcomed to join us and feel the adrenaline rush, though the chance is only available during both of the new year’s eve, but that’s what makes it worth it. =D

P.S: btw, I don’t recall eating dinner at all =D, and one more thing, thank God for no migraine as well….cheers!

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