appreciation is gone, i just know it

over the weekend, i went to Muadzam for this karnival SRK with about 40 other people. i had public speaking and the other people had bola baling, petanque, woodball, blablabla.
so, i'm not going to brag about how i got 3rd (nothing to brag about anyway -_-) or whatever but there is this one incident that i NEED to get off my chest.

one bola baling player from my school got injured. i don't really know how, but i think when she was trying to shoot a goal, the defender from the other school knocked into her, her knee hit something and she fell backwards. so she couldn't move her left leg and there were pretty bad scratches on her arms and legs.

i went to the field late anyway. when i got there, the game was over and everybody was around her, trying to help. so i, trying to figure things out, went to the teacher and asked what happened. then, when teacher realized who i was, she went "haa, budak st john. tolong laa, apa ni tengok-tengok je". she was obviously tired of helping out. either that or that kids smell was giving her a headache. i swear, the girl stank of sweat and grass. STANK.

so yeah, i had to help. i helped the PBSM dude bandage her leg, which he did wrongly. even i could tell that he did it wrongly. i, the worlds most inactive st. johner, could tell the guy bandaged her leg wrongly. he went and bandaged her kneecap when it was her muscles that was having cramps. don't ask me how i know it's wrong, i'm lazy to explain. so, obviously when you bandage the kneecap, you can't bend the knee can you? how was she supposed to walk? no, she couldn't walk. and guess who had to pimpin her. me, you say? you people are geniuses, i tell you. but, thank God it wasn't just me. this form 1 girl, Indira, who is as weak as a duck helped me.

you can imagine la, with 1 leg unable to bend and the other scratched up, the torture she had to got through to walk. AND the torture i had to go through carrying half the weight of a smelly, sweaty and extremely obnoxious bola baling player. torture, pure torture. she smelled like shit, worst part of it all.

ok la, so we carried her to the car, sent her off to the hospital bla bla bla. when she came back, she was fine. limping a little, but pretty much fine. but all she could talk about was how the niiiiiiiiice and PBSM boy massaged her leg for her and how extremely handsome he was. kepala die la, that boy is as brown as my study table and his face was 80% pimples. so imagine, a brown face with pink polka dots. attractive? not on a face! but since he massaged her leg and talked to her sooooo nicely, terjadi hensem la kot.

but of course, my good deeds and hardships went unnoticed since all she could talk about was the handsome pimply dude that bandaged her leg wrongly yg buat menyusahkan aku je. come on lah, i have much better looks than old pimpleface and i CARRIED her sweaty and smelly little ass all the way to the teachers car. but no 'thank you' from her, no smile from her, she didn't even look at me. in the bus, on the way home, she jabbed my shoulder extremely hard because i didn't realize i was blocking the way. still no 'thank you', no smile.

this post might make me look like i tak ikhlas tolong dia kan. the truth is, when i was carrying her, talking to her to distract her from the pain, trying to rebandage her leg, i wasn't thinking about how smelly she was, how her sweat was all over my shirt even though i just took a bath. at the time, i was really concerned and really wanted to help. sure, the teacher told me to help, but i didn't run away like her so-called friends who went to take a shower after i took over. this tak puas hati-ness came AFTER she completely ignored me after i helped. at least smile, acknowledge those who look out for you.

nilai : tolong-menolong, keikhlasan, pengorbanan HAHAHA
pengajaran : kita hendaklah mengenang budi dan jasa baik orang lain, kita hendaklah ikhlas apabila menolong seseorang HAHAHA