Self-induced starvation

I have just deprived myself of food for thirty hours. Yep, believe it or not, I had decided to participate in the seemingly insane 30 Hour Famine organized by World Vision. Of course to join you had to collect a minimum of rm100 which I had already done. It does seem ridiculous to have to 'pay' a hundred quid so that you could starve for the above mentioned duration, but since I'd already done the collecting I might as well join. And it was for a good cause anyway. Initial thoughts greeted me with moments of extreme hunger and unbearable gastric pains, but surprisingly it wasn't that bad. I didn't feel hungry for most of the time, and this was probably due to everyone else not eating. Except for the time we went bowling when the smell of fresh french fries being served to other customers taunted and teased our empty tummies.

So anyway the stuff we did that I find the most memorable were the scavenger hunt and the one where you had to built a shelter for five from a pile of newspapers, a piece of cardboard and masking tape. Ours turned out to be a pathetic pile of newspapers held together by bits of tape, and it looked like it had already collapsed by the time it was done. But it was good fun all the same.

And then came the countdown which was held at the National Hockey Stadium in Bukit Jalil. Before we left the bus we were given some food in case the ones given to us in the stadium weren't enough. I jumped at this opportunity and stuffed my bag with one jelly bun, three sambal ikan bilis buns and four cans of milo. Come on, I hadn't eaten for THIRTY effing hours.

The highly anticipated countdown was the most disappointing part though. It was supposed to be some sort of concert, but the problem was that all the performers were local mandarin artistes, so most of us found the whole thing unbearably boring. Everything was in mandarin or cantonese, even the emceeing. Not that I had a problem with that, but at least give us something interesting like a bunch of local bands or at least some english singers. Most of us took this opportunity to sleep. When it was finally time though, at least according to our watches, the emcees kept blabbering about something that I didn't pay attention to. All my attention was focused on that puny packet of Koko Krunch that was in my hands. During those few minutes I felt like chucking the bottle of soya bean at those damn emcees. Then the countdown began. And then I stuffed myself full. And then I could hardly eat dinner. And now I have Physics tuition. I swear that one day, my parents are going to make my brain explode.