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.
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