V-Day: Battling the Horde

It's official. I'm ill. Having survived the recent V-day weekend (I use the term survive freely here, folks) I've found that for some inexplicable reason (yes, I know about viruses) I'm coming down with the flu. And it looks bad. All the tell-tale signs are there: general malaise (also known as malas), runny nose, itchy throat and slightly higher body temp. Oh great.

Reading PPS these past couple days, it's interesting to see the bazillion types of V-days our people celebrate. Surprisingly, self love isn't as isolated as I thought, which is a good thing (for me at least). Translate that as I'm not feeling too bad about myself (although part of me still wonders if I'd have gotten lucky if I'd went out and gotten myself drunk, or something). As for me, the first part of Saturday was spent battling the Horde Of Mothers. I'd forgotten how scary the Horde can be. For the uninitiated, the Horde refers to that select group of mothers who drag their post-SPM kids to the UPU counter and then yell at them for not knowing what to do. As my brother wanted to buy said forms AND the JPA/MARA scholarship forms, I had to join the throng. And honestly, even Gimli would think twice before throwing himself into that fray. As I tried to patiently wait in line, I couldn't help noticing the expressions on these kids' faces. There was anticipation, but mostly it was that quality I like to call Blurness and perhaps not so surprisingly, utter mortification.

Suddenly I remembered why I opted to do mine alone. The Horde can be relentless. They were pushing and yelling at their kids, the cashier, themselves. I couldn't help but pity the poor kids. Some of the boys were anxious to get home before the girls saw them with their mums, while the girls weren't faring so well either. I finally got my forms and left, breathing a silent thanks to God for giving me enough sense to go early.

Having survived the Horde, I proceeded to go back to my hometown, where I had a little showdown of my own. But that's another story.

Ergh. Headache time. I'll see you later, people. Maybe after a Setamol or three.