Expand & Stretch

Doing something new usually rewards you with pleasant surprises.

Take rock climbing. Sure, we sucked. Yes, my knees are banged up, and okay, I gave up on following the colours at the end. But it was exciting and horrendously scary at the same time, especially when you know you've no more strength and zero spidey powers to glue yourself to the wall. Not that I didn't try to all the same. Glue myself to the wall, that is. It is really a sickening lurching fear when you feel yourself slipping. Agoraphobia to the MAX.

Then it was Spicy with the neighbour. Hadn't laughed that much in ages, belly ripping laughter.
'My hair gets wavy lah, when it's long, just like my mother's.'
'I didn't know you ever had long hair.'

And Shang's mistaking the Burger King server for clicking on his expensive car remote, when he was turning on the fan.

I am also proud to have witnessed evidence of a family that dresses all in pink, owns all pink cars, and lives in a pink house. Convert to the pink religion - it is kewl.

The Fast & The Furious

The guys beat me to trying out Go Kart-ing. I was going to scout out the activity before inviting people to try it next week but somehow they sniffed out its existence by themselves.

And boy, was it fun! Everyone was hesitant to step on it for real during the first round. Livia found herself mounted on the curb. It's quite impossible to topple over as you're barely inches off the ground, but after awhile the seat starts to vibrate and your ass burns, while gravel flies into your eyes if your visor is left up.

Everyone was on such a high after Round 1 that we went for Round 2. It was meant to be a race but I failed miserably. I couldn't spot a single soul in front of me even though I got more adventurous around curves. The curves I took got faster as well as wider and nearer to the edges of the track. Daddy and Weidi were trailing behind me at a relaxed pace. The whole time I thought Dad was trying to overtake me so I was living in fear and anticipation, but he wasn't even interested. Hmph.

Fun fun funnnn.

The pro driver in safety suit, burning rubber between our rounds.

A quarter of my classmates have decided to visit Malaysia, some enthusiastically, others coerced.

Despite my bad sense of direction and not much better driving skills, I shall be a good good host. Quite an interesting holiday it will be.

Holyday, Welcome to Holyday

It's a bit difficult to relax now that the mad rush is over. I still wake up quickly and suddenly, as though I am late for something or haven't finished studying. Savour it!, everyone says, for it's the longest holiday I'll ever have and one where you can completely forget about school.

It's been more than 2 months but the house is unchanged. The airport's much improved, though. I had no idea Airasia had seat numbers, it's been 4 months since I've flown. At first, I wondered why nobody rushed to queue when it was time to board the flight. Then I wondered why people sat in such strange random order in the plane, why some people squashed together and others sat all alone. Then someone stood before me and asked if I had the wrong seat. Oops.

At home, however, it looks like we're still celebrating Chinese New Year?

I've got this list of things to accomplish these hols but my bum can't seem to get moving. I am going to learn to cook a nice meal. I am going to do 2 things I've never done before. I am going to dress up and go out to fancy places. I am going to get rid of my wrinkles and eyebags. I am going to start and finish my birthday present artworks (regardless of someone's insistence that it's not necessary).

It's so surreal to be free!