Alright....This will be a long post, so it's boredom guaranteed and sleepiness inducing.
I'll start of with....
I've been tagged....By Diane Lee (>.<)
So...Rule 1: List 5 weird or random things about yourself.
1: I HATE spring onions.
Order a bowl of soup-noodles, and what do you get? A whole bowl garnished with the green epileptic poison called spring onions. People love it; it brings out a nice aroma and taste (which I agree) and even better fried. To be frank, I don't mind EATING it. In fact, I've learnt to eat it when necessary. But whenever I see it FLOATING serenely on my soup or jumbled up in my plate of fried noodles, I lose all my appetite. It's a phobia or something, it has to be.....
2: I'm slightly insomniac.
It happens rarely now, but at times I couldn't sleep at all. It happens sometimes even when I'm dreadfully exhausted or without anything to worry/ponder upon. When it happens I'll spend the night hoping to read myself to sleep or lie down and plan the storyline for the novels I intend to write. Most times I find myself asleep many hours later (or at daybreak), but there are several occurrences in which I abandon all hopes to sleep and rise up to a cup of instant coffee.....and hope I can survive through the day.
3: I draw when I'm in a classroom/lecture/study/boring situation.
It's this little epidemic sickness of mine to fill up any space I can draw onto with whatever drawings I can manage whenever I'm bored but unable to do anything else. I'll draw them on empty papers, exercise books, corners of my text books, the desks and on the hands of anybody bored enough to allow me to do so. The drawing ranges from stickmen to manga eyes/faces/characters to full-fledge comics complete with dialogs and a story.
4: I laugh whenever someone massages on my muscle aches or rubbing my bruises.
I don't know why, it must be connected to my laughing nerves or something, but whenever my mom goes through rubbing my bruises with medicine oil or my dad applying his Thai-style massage on my muscle aches, I crack into a painful, jittery laughter which is mixed with the normal yell of pains. Sometimes I laugh so much it seems like I went into an insane fit, and my ribs will hurt more than my bruise/ache.
5: I cannot bear buying clothes/shoes that worth more than rm100.
I don't now why, even for clothes/shoes that I really like. Maybe it's because I fell that it's not so worth it, or maybe it's because I prefer the money for something else (books, movies, games), but I can never have the notion to buy them even when I have the cash. But I still buy them, of course. How else do I get my clothes that I wear out?
Rule no.2: 5 people whom I want to do the quiz.....
1: Amanda Lee
2: Ng Ju Ee
3: My cousin Jessica
4: My pal Jansen Loke, if he blogs
5: Another pal of mine, Bryan Cheong.
Rule 3: Next, leave a comment "you are tagged" on their blog and ask them to read your blog for rules.
Gliding on ice.
Yesterday was like a dream, or if possible, anything beyond a dream ( a good dream, that is, not those with bizarre occurrences).
For the first time in my life, I was ice-skating.
Ice -skating, as in skating gracefully (not in my case) across a stretch of ice on shoes with a metal blade made underneath. Ice-skating, as in experiencing the painful tribulations of slipping and falling on solid, frozen water. Ice-skating, as in feeling the sensation of gliding on air through a blissful emptiness. Ice-skating, as in having the painful wounds from the falls and grabbing-the-walls-for-dear-life.
Yesterday I went off with Amanda, Michelle and Diane on a first-time public transport trip to Sunway Pyramid (the shopping mall). We took the KTM trains to Subang Jaya and took a bus there. I haven't been to Sunway Pyramid in a long, long time since my first visit, and I greeted the sight of the gigantic lion head (a close replica of the sphinx) set at the main entrance of the mall with anxiety and worry. We were planning to ice-skate, and I haven't done that in my life.
Despite myself being regarded as a walrus (thanks, brother), I've never been on the ice before. There's no winter here in Malaysia (obviously), thus no frozen lakes to slide onto. Ice rinks are scarce; there's barely one anywhere, and the only one available within the vicinity of Selangor is at Sunway, and Sunway is far from where I am. I was afraid to ice-skate. I was afraid to make a fool out of myself in front of the girls. I was afraid I'm going to fall like a mad cow on a slope in the Himalayas. And I kept remembering my pals from Kajang, who years back went ice-skating quite frequently, telling stories of painful falls and embarassing moments. I was basically terrified at the sight of the ice rink, and looking the people skating across it with grace and beauty, though I wasn't gonna show it in front of the ladies (hehehehe... :P).
So we had our lunch at KFC and went to the rink sometime after and paid for our admission and gloves. The skate shoes were provided as part of the admission fee (which I still think is very generous of the mall administration), so we went to grab ourselves a pair each. By GOD the shoes were TIGHT. Hermit-crab shell TIGHT! My legs were stiff when I finally got them in with difficulty. And then there's the weird moment of walking on land with it. I was fumbling like a buffallo on stilts.
Then came the moment I stepped on the ice.
I slipped. It was the first thing that happened, and I clinged to the rink-walls desperately. It was hell more slippery than I thought, and when I tried to walk forward I couldn't. My legs fell into awkward positions and my legs hurt more than ever (and numbed by the ice, thankfully). Seeing that most of the beginner skaters were soon crowding the wall behind me, I had no choice but to drag myself across the rink. It was hands down the worst experience ever, that very day, when I had to pull myself across the perimeter of the circular rink and slipping madly. It was halfway through when I realised I had to tie my shoes tighter and more properly, because perfect alignment is needed. So managed through the rink and came off sweating (yes, sweating on ice) and more exhausted than playing three rounds of badminton. But I wasn't ready to give up, not yet, not after paying rm 18 for admission and lousy gloves. I waited for the girls to return (they all managed, with seemingly painful ordeals), tied the shoes tighter and properly, and set off again.
I forgot how many rounds I went through sticking to the walls, occasionally pulling myself forward and letting me glide for a while before clinging to the walls again. Beginner skaters like me who fear the falls were making things slow and hard, as they just stick to the walls and refused to move. Later on I realised that the spikes (or saws, as Amanda puts em) at the front part of the metal blade at the shoes, can be used to pull forwards and dispersing most of the slipperi-ness (is it correct?). So slowly I experimented moving by using the spikes to pull forward while the other foot glides, and I was able to move without completely depending on the walls. Later on I gained some courage and tried away from the walls, and I learnt that there's a rythym in pulling and gliding forwards, so I tried it and managed to skate a little soon after (yay!). 6 hours later, after many trials and painful falls and accidents, I was able to skate. I'm still frequently losing balance and all, but I know how to push forwards and glide a little in an average speed. By the end of the day I could do some laps without totally relying on the walls (I'm sorry for bragging, but I have to say I'm a little proud :) ).
The falls, yes, there was the falls. It happens normally when I made the wrong balance, or digging the spikes too suddenly, or sometimes going off in a direction that throws me in a couple of uncontrolled spins. I fell, like, 7 to 9 times, I guess, mostly on my knees and sometimes on the bum (which hurts considerably less, thanks to my fats). Once I collided with another skater (who couldn't change directions like I was), thankfully on a slow speed, so we ended up in an awkward hug before pushing apart after some friendly pats on the back (sorry dude, hehe :P ). One embarassing moment was when I fell, slided across the ice and accidently brought a girl down with me by knocking her knees (luckily not very forcefully). Got myself a bruise on my left knee after the falls >.<.
But still the great sensation of gliding across the ice was unlike any other bliss, and after skating it felt as though walking is crude and forceful. There was a certain beauty in it, the peace grace when I at times I experience. Ice-skating is more than fun; ice-skating is bliss in another sense, in another level.
At the end of the day it was all fun and joy. the girls did well, though they still stuck to the walls a bit. But they were very much better than the other girls I see who couldn't learn despite having an instructor. I was around the rink (haughtily) checking out on the girls and helping Amanda a little.
The downside of ice-skating, however, is the after-effects. I woke up today in a bout of pain and aches, worse than that time when I played badminton for 6 hours. The girls had their share of bruises and blisters too, bless them. I hope they're alright, and better off than me. Currently I'm suffering from :
1) Muscle aches on my upper thighs
2)stiff feet
3)My bruise on the knee
4)Aches all over my hands, and a possible muscle injury on my right arm (which strangely hurt like hell as though it tore or something).
5)My Mom massaging the aches and rubbing on my bruise with medicine oil (something which I think she delights on).
The girls are talking of a next trip there. You bet I'm on it.
Oh wow, this is the longest post I ever did, so I apologise for the length. I guess I got carried away....hehe. I'll end this here now, my aches are getting stiffer by the minute. goodnight all.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Posted by Hafutota no JE at 9:04 pm
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3 comments:
Oh please don't be so apologetic! I enjoy reading your posts! :)
Goodness..second tag for a person who does not have a blog does seem odd, no? Put up links to ur tagged ppl, eh? Gosh, thanks so much for helping me up when i fell. i laugh now thinking abt it. bring ur cam next time round, k? And forgetting would be non-permissable!=P
i've been tagged. but how?
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