Baptism

After a tireless night of writing blogs, I am restless and continue to dance around in my sleep. All of a sudden, I emerge from my sleepy status. I look around me, to an new, but familiar-looking room. I proceed to exit this new bedroom, into what appears to be an apartment. I check the letters on the table, all addressed to me. I search through the numbers in the home-phone contact list, and come across my house's existing phone number, as well as this new apartments. I appeared to have moved out from under the controlling reign of my parents. I look outside the window to see my apartment situated inside the CBD, overlooking other buildings. From here, I can tell how close I am to school.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* goes the door. I make haste towards the door way, which seems so oddly far away for an apartment, till I realised it was sort of a loft. I open the door, and there before me stands the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, yet her face is surrounded in light so I can't see, but the sheer glee I get from seeing it probably means she is HAWT stuff.
'Stupidface!' - she says to me, quickly pushing me aside and rushing inside. 'Here's your breakfast, I made enough for both of us'.
I stand at the door, astounded, still trying to come to terms with this sudden change in area codes, as well as hawt girls entering my own premises in the early morning, with me shirtless, which is never the case, as I would usually be bottomless.
I watch her set across the apartment like she has been there frequently. I listen to her ramblings, and with my quick deductive senses manage to intercept knowledge of her living down a couple of rooms. She walks out onto the veranda I didn't know I had, and quickly calls 'Charizard'.
A great majestic beast flies from the sky to land on my veranda. I was completely astounded he fit on it. It looked quite weak. So I look from apartment, to hot girl on the veranda with my Charizard, accepting that this is the true reality as it is, and the life with my parents, yet fun and harsh, could not be as true as what I was living now. HAWT girl comes over and gives me a seductive kiss on the lips, telling me to go eat my breakfast.
All of a sudden, the hot girl turns to the TV and switches to Hannah Montana. 'Oh I love this episode, its the one where they talk about twilight. OH GOSH, I SO HAVE TO GO TELL MY GALFRIENDS THIS, EDWARD CULLEN IS SOO HAWT!' - She says, squealing in glee. I freeze. There is no way I would date someone that squeals about Hannah Montana and creams over Edward Cullen. I look at Charizard, as I start to see the space around distort. HAWT girl and Charizard appear to be moving away from me. I reach out, and try to hold on, but Charizard is already to far away. I am too depressed to even think about looking at the hot girl.

BEEP BEEP. I wake up, for real this time. It reads 9:30. I distinctly remember waking up two hours prior to my nightmare. 'WAKE UP, STUPID FACE!! ITS YOUR BAPTISM TODAY!' - Mum yells. I imagine the charizard flying around me, and the girl NOT obsessed with tween habits.
I reluctantly get out of bed, and go to the shower.
It seems again, like the rest of the family decided to take a shower when I took one, and like always, the water system favours the other bathrooms over mine, as I got dumped with the super cold water, on the super hot dial. This did not bother me however, as today I was getting baptised. Not even the fact I felt like death, or at least death x 2, could stop my eternal joy.
After my cold shower, I notice that through my sickness, I have forgotten to shave, as I gather my shaving tools and proceed to what would usually be shaving flawlessly, as I have quite smooth skin. I cut myself. Twice. On both pimples. I have two pimples. This is going to be a bad day.
After rushing out to go stick my L's on the car, and drive my mum to church, she kindly informs me that she has gotten me a present, in celebration for my baptism, and will give it to me later.
This provides me the joy in which I had before the horror shower.
This however, was hampered by my whatever sickness cloud I have been under throughout the whole week. But denied, it was not. Until I arrived at church.
I get to church, in my white buttoned shirt and black pants, instantly incurring the wrath of Stanley's judgment, who proceeded to pay me out greatly.

I sat there coughing, being picked on by the guys. Damn, why do I have to be the runt ?
After Stanley left, I went and sat next to Lan-Anh and proceeded to cough in her direction to annoy her until the service started, and after dozing off for a good what seems to be 40min, it was my time to shine!
I, and all the other baptism students, proceeded to leave the hall, to go to the the room over, to prepare to have our heads shoved under water.
As always, me and the guys enjoy a good laugh before everything, and this was no exception. We joke around, and soon are reprimanded by the pastor, who then quickly ushers us into position, and sets off onstage, to stand next to the bath-thingoe thing.
As we are standing onstage, cameras flicks and flashes all-around us, with the pastor standing in the water speaking in his deep voice; I, as well as the rest of the 9 people, stand there nervously until my turn. I watch 5 people go ahead of me, getting into the water, speaking softly and then proceeded to get dunked into the water.
All of a sudden, its my turn; and I feel the pressure mount. I am asked the same questions, and then dunked under the water, which seemed to go for an eternity. I am fair sure my pastor held my head under water longer because I have been a no show at church for the past few weeks, but that is besides the point. I rush off the stage, to change into a new set of clothes, and quickly proceeding back to the hall, where I am again called up onto the stage, and then told that we are to make a speech. I, having not been at church for the last few weeks, did not prepare for this. Luckily for me, I got on stage near the front of the group, and the pastor started the speeches from the opposite end. This did not help me at all, as I proceeded to do what I always do in these situations, make a joke, and pay out my mum. There was my speech.
I still did better than most, and received my gift for the baptism, which was dodge-ily wrapped, so that the present was protruding out from it. Eager to know what my present was, I took a look. It appeared to be wrapping paper. My friends laughed at me, until one told me it was a poster. This made me feel no better, although I did get a cool necklace with it.

This was one highlight of my sunday, and a boring one at that.