Just about 24 hours back in Singapore, I have found out, much to my chagrin, that it is not only the human friends that yearn for me with undisguised longing. Apparently, my closest forest friends, the bees, have established such a close relationship with me that they found fit to sting me less than a minute before I woke up.
Bee stings are not altogether uncommon. They mostly occur in nature walks, perhaps when one is hiking, or doing some form of outdoor activity. Nothing very earth-shaking there.
But I doubt it is as common for a perfectly innocent individual who has never harmed any hives or whatsoever, to wake up in her bed at 5am, unentangle herself from the blankets, gather her clothes, and step on a bee that had positioned itself so perfectly such that it would sting her at first contact.
To be perfectly honest, I had initially assumed I stepped on a splinter, and proceeded to hop a few yards before collapsing in pain and screaming for mommy. She came running, face all alarmed, and immediately thought that my typical clumsiness had resulted in me crashing my toe into my door. So she ran and got me an ice pack. I stared at her incredulously, wondering if perhaps there was an obscure article on wikipedia illustrating how bee stings may be subdued by lowering the temperature around the area of infection.
Realising the real cause of my pain, she then used some metal implement to extract the sting out. But oa9wj5wa09, it hurt like like like, someone shredding the cover page of my Twilight.
And it still hurts. I hope I do not have to go to church with one foot bare. :(
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
Just about 24 hours back in Singapore, I have found out, much to my chagrin, that it is not only the human friends that yearn for me with undisguised longing. Apparently, my closest forest friends, the bees, have established such a close relationship with me that they found fit to sting me less than a minute before I woke up.
Bee stings are not altogether uncommon. They mostly occur in nature walks, perhaps when one is hiking, or doing some form of outdoor activity. Nothing very earth-shaking there.
But I doubt it is as common for a perfectly innocent individual who has never harmed any hives or whatsoever, to wake up in her bed at 5am, unentangle herself from the blankets, gather her clothes, and step on a bee that had positioned itself so perfectly such that it would sting her at first contact.
To be perfectly honest, I had initially assumed I stepped on a splinter, and proceeded to hop a few yards before collapsing in pain and screaming for mommy. She came running, face all alarmed, and immediately thought that my typical clumsiness had resulted in me crashing my toe into my door. So she ran and got me an ice pack. I stared at her incredulously, wondering if perhaps there was an obscure article on wikipedia illustrating how bee stings may be subdued by lowering the temperature around the area of infection.
Realising the real cause of my pain, she then used some metal implement to extract the sting out. But oa9wj5wa09, it hurt like like like, someone shredding the cover page of my Twilight.
And it still hurts. I hope I do not have to go to church with one foot bare. :(