Mindless nutty

I got a rather flattering statement from the English teacher today. She said that I, together with one other part Hong Kee- I have no clue how you spell it- part PR American, are two of the "better" writers in 4A.
I am truly flattered. But seriously speaking, I think what makes me stand out of the crowd is that I dare to take an itsy pitsy step into the grey zone. This means that I can either ace it or flunk it. The latter incident happened during SA2.
So, here I'm, proving my worth. You guys be the judge ok? Please please please comment.

Let's say the topic of the essay is "Gut Feeling". This title just made residence in my head when I was gwaking at an Ah Ma scolding her grandson for who knows what reason.
Gut Feeling

The Gut Feeling is an unexplanable answer that your brain conjures up when it meets with an unexpected situation. This is often the case when you encounter troubling or important decisons that could either get you out of your mess or get you into hot soup. On a lighter note, what it does is that it either helps you or screws you up.
Gut feeling, be it called as instinct or the Sixth Sense, is, as sure as hell, not a niche in my family.
The Chionh family has made quite a reasonable number of decisions based on our gut; Only a minority were successful. The rest pretty much ended up with us paying a lot more than initially. Be it the time when my relative married a lady from the Mainland who nearly ran off with all the money. Or the time when my Aunt got her fingers burnt for dampling in shares when she even had to use a calculator to do simple addition of 3 digit numbers.
My point is this. The gut feeling is not in our blood. And it definitely does not run in my veins.
But today, I am not going to tell you about how that uneventful marriage got that pseudo spouse into hot soup and how my Aunt lost even more hard-earned money in shares. What I am going to say is of a more personal note. It's something close to heart. Something that affected me, tire me, and left me dehydrated for a good 5 hours in vast greenery......
As usual, the Outdoor Team met up at 8am at Macritchie Reservoir for their twice weekly hike. This strenuous notion of hiking on a sleepy Saturday morning was thought up by none other than the Team Leader. Much to the dismay of the others, we all knew that we had to build up our physical strength if we are to set positive examples as Team Leaders in other camps. I, as usual, was slightly late but was still greeted a "Good Morning" by the Leader. Whom after sent me doing 50 push ups for being 5 minutes late.
He was a person who had zero-tolerance.
After I had completed my much deserved punishment, the gang proceeded with the hike.
Already into the first 5km, a couple of us were beginning to feel the aches in our body, increasing in frequency and becoming more tiring. I was one of them. So eventually, I somehow managed to find myself at the last of the group. The nearest soul from there was at least 60 metres away.
I walked and I walked and I walked somemore. But somehow, I deviated from the original route and was on my way on a journey that will leave me cussing and hating this blasted Reservoir for all the time that I can remember this wretched incident.
I first realized that something was amiss when I lost sight of Marcus. I picked up my pace and hurried forward. Somehow, meraculously, I managed to muster up enough strenght to sprint for a good 10 minutes to catch up with whoever that could be upfront. I was met with only more trees, logs and an never-ending pathway.
I was lost.
I had no compass with me. The trail map was left on the bench of the starting point; But I realized that even if I had it, there would be a high chance that I will be reading it upside down. The cellphone registered zero reception. And the worse was yet to come.
So I deduced. I may not have the high logical sense like Holmes but I think I can still find my way to the MRT if you drop me in some off route places in Singapore.
"The trail of Macritchie must is definitely not one that goes in circles. So, technically, if I continued walking in a straight line and on one path, I would eventually get out and live to tell the tale! If not, I can always rely on my sense on hearing. Why? Because part of the trail, I have no idea where though, is near to Lornie Road. If I can get on that path I can get my two feet on Lornie Road. Then, there, I can find my way back to the entrance of Macritchie Reservoir!" I analysed the situation and after which, started my walk.
The trail at first was very much straighforward. Literally so. Other then the occasional fallen trunks that required me to side-step and monkeys that so happened to cross the pathway, the walk was simple.
Then, I arrived.
You know there are just sometimes when you swore that life was mocking you and you have absolutely no power to do anything to get back at it? Yes, that was what I felt at that time.
The straight cut pathway came to a divide. I call it a forked pathway. The route I was on split into two. One with an inclined, trecherous looking slope while the other with a nicely shaded route. I pondered, comtemplated and then......
A sudden rumbe sent something rustling violentint into the leaves. Shortly after, the moderately shadowed place I was in illuminated.
A thunderstorm was imminent.
I hurriedly made up my mind. I will take the one that offered me the most shelter from the rain. And that will be the path on the right. The one down with those trees that look so very comforting as the storm approaches. I quickly got on with my way. And guess what? The moment my vision managed to adjust to the sudden change in light, torrential rain came pouring down. Despite the tightly kneated canopy of the trees, quite a bit of rain managed to seep through. A sufficient amount to make your steps get heavier. I troded in the mud path, cussing and looking for something that I could use as a temporary umbrella. And there, I found it.
It was part of a spider-web. But, I am terribly sorry, with the rain and the immense noise that it was generating, I forgone how long and tiring it must have been to make that web. Especially so if the poor fellow just completed it. But, sad to say, this is a dog eat dog world. The Darwinian Law applies and like it or not, it's here to stay. I kicked up a puddle of mud and that drove that little critter scrampling away. I patted off the spider-web that was stuck to it and there. I have found my "umbrella"!
What goes around does indeed come around. Just like what I did to the spider, the Earth decided that I should not just go off scot free without paying. The moment I continued my journey, my foot got caught inbetween the rocks jutting out of the pathway and I went face down onto the earth. Trust me, it does not taste good. In the course of the impact, my mobile was sent skidding away a couple of feet ahead of me. Part of the stalk of the leave broke off as well.
I cussed and picked up my phone and hurried off. The people at Motorola are not going to be pleased when they service my phone.
The rain finally relieved me of the torment after a good 30 mintues. By then, my Adidas were soaking wet. I could wrench off a bucket full of water from my Polo Tee and I have to buy a brand new wallet. The path continued.
People say lightning does not strike twice. Maybe it does not with all those conductors protruding out of HDBs, but I'm sure that bad luck does.
The path I was on split again. And guess what? I was back to that path again. Remember? The one that I was at initially before the rain pelting down? Whoever said that the Earth was round was one hell of a genius.
This time, I took the upper path. But life was about to let me off that easily. It never does. Smack right in the middle of the path was a little monkey.
An angry monkey. One incandescent with rage. One that glared at me with those eyes that spoke "Come one more step and I will bite you. And when I bite, I will not let go". But I am not going to be deterred. Not when I have come this far and especially not when I had just kissed the Earth and I am not going to do it again.
I walked on. The monkey gnarled and made some hissing sounds. Then, it charged at me. It was hysterical. Someone must have stolen his banana or maybe it was just like me, having a bad day. I took my ground and throw sticks and twig at it. But that little bugger just dodged it. It jumped and I squatted. It missed me and I ran as fast as I could to get away from that nutter. It pursued and boy was it persistant. Then I fell. I had to fall. With me at its mercy or getting scratched or contracting rabies, my mind processed as fast as it could. Then, suddenly, my hand was in my pocket and out went the Motorola.
It struck home. It hit the head of the evil monkey and off it went, screaming and giving out sounds that can sent glass shattering. My Motorola was that well off either. When it came into collsion with that thick skull of the monkey, all of the components came out. The clam shell phone broke into half and one part was sent hurling into the grass patch dotted with branches sticking out like knivies. The battery now resides in the pond.
I was beat. Extremely tired and was too thirsy to even swear. I troded, with heave steps to the, at last, the starting point. I found out that everyone had already gone. And there was a note that was left on my bag. It read "You owe me 300 push ups for making us wait for 30 minutes. You slow couch.". I crushed that piece of note and tossed it inconsiderately onto the road. The aunty came and ticked me off. How worse could the day get?
I realized that my wallet, thankfully without the IC and Student Pass as I had them in my bag, were gone. There goes the money to buy my new goods. The Polo was soiled and my shoes were soaking wet. I looked like I came out of the Amazon.
So, what was I supposed to do? I looked up, smiled at the sky and made my way home. Home. Civilisation. No more greenery and monkeys that lie hidden along the way, waiting to attack you.
I hate monkeys.
I hate my gut feeling. If it weren't for it I wouldn't have taken the wrong path. If it weren't for it I would not have been caught in the rain and not have the Motorola split into so many pieces that its beyond redemption.
From then on, I finalized that notion that the gut feeling does not run in my veins. It's not in my blood.
But you must realized that there were quite a number of evident signs along the way but I was too caffine-deprived to realize that.
I hate my gut feeling.

::The above scenario is all fiction. My relative did not marry a China lady and my aunt didn't lose money in shares. And I definitely didn't get attacked by a stupid monkey. I just cooked this up on my way home on te bus and since it's blogging day everyday, I decided to give it a shot. I need to get comments in order to improve right?
So please... Kindly comment and mark it. It's upon...Erm. 30? =_|