Sunday, January 01, 2012
Ya ya, happy new year.
As of yesterday, many people has been posting farewells to 2011 and hellos to 2012. As I read through, I wondered what the big deal is about a new year. I mean, it literally is just another day. Another day that also adds on another year to my age (but mind you, I'm still 18, haha). Anyway, the day before, I wanted to go out and do something on a new year's eve. Because it was a new year's eve but more so because we had 3 days of holidays. Takkan wanna stay home all three days, right? But then as the day passed into the night and I continued lying on the bed, I thought I might as well just sleep through it.
But as it was, there was a carnival near my place and they put on fireworks. So 9 minutes into the new year, I went out the house with 2 Ferrero Rochers in hand and watched awesome fireworks right above my head. They seemed so near I thought they would fall on my head.
Then today, I woke up and Sy asked where I wanted to go. I wanted to go shopping. But instead, I told him, "Let's go skating at Sunway" (I must reading too much Archie's in their winter times). So we went to Sunway, along with a few hundred other people. I think we rounded the carpark for at least half an hour before finding a spot. Had Manhattan Fish market for lunch, which by the way, sucked. The Sweet Alabama drink was mild and the food served was cold.
Then we went skating. I was nervous when we arrived at the ice rink; skating sure seems fun, but I can't even roller-skate properly (Sy said he was suprised that I wanted to come skating; well yeah, so am I). Thought of backing out, but then we did come all the way for this. So we paid, got our skates, and slowly went onto the ice.
Godammit it was slippery! I can't even stand properly and I literally. Could. Not. Move. I held onto the sides of the rink; it was surrounded by glass border but there aren't any railings for poor shitty 'skaters' like me. It was hard to hold on to the glass borders! Especially when you're wearing gloves, your grip ain't good at all! And who should come along, skating easily and smoothly on the wet ice, but my fiance...
Apparently, I have no balance, terribly unable to balance my body weight, which apparently is due to my lack of exercise. The skates were painful at my ankles, my arms are hurting because I kept dragging myself along the sides like a baby learning to walk. Every time I try to move forward, I slipped backward.
Yes, dear, I heard you, lean forward and not backwards. Now if you could tell my body to act uninstinctively...
I was goddamn frustrasted. I was willing to burn the skate-till-10-pm ticket money. But no, he said. Don't give up. Try again in a while.
Okay. F. I. N. E.
We went into the rink again. Again, my body froze, I cannot move the way some four-years olds are moving on the ice. I was close to tears at that point. I was standing on the side of the rink again; there 3 people in front of me and one of them just fell down. They're not moving anytime soon. Sy stood near me, but nowhere near the glass panes of course, and urged, "Move it! Go around them". To do that, I have to move freely on my own and not hold on to anything.
Sounds simple enough. Except I haven't figured out exactly HOW to propel myself forward using my feet. The feet that up until then, are still either staying put at one position, ormoving slipping front and backwards uncontrollably.
He took my hands, in a somewhat perceived impatient act , and led me around those guys. And then he jokingly said something, which unfailingly unscrewed my 'waterfall' tap.
I wept there and then. Why? I'm not feeling pathetic enough on my own that I couldn't do something so simple? Embarrassing, yes, I know. But I still haven't gotten around prohibiting my crying while still allowing my feelings to go about freely.
This was supposed to be my birthday pressie. And it turned out to be a goddamn lousy one.
Shopping therapy does work you know. I felt much better after spending about an hour plus inside Nicchi, trying out clothes and deciding which dress to buy for CNY. Finally found two dresses that somewhat flatters my apple-shaped body.
But as it was, there was a carnival near my place and they put on fireworks. So 9 minutes into the new year, I went out the house with 2 Ferrero Rochers in hand and watched awesome fireworks right above my head. They seemed so near I thought they would fall on my head.
Then today, I woke up and Sy asked where I wanted to go. I wanted to go shopping. But instead, I told him, "Let's go skating at Sunway" (I must reading too much Archie's in their winter times). So we went to Sunway, along with a few hundred other people. I think we rounded the carpark for at least half an hour before finding a spot. Had Manhattan Fish market for lunch, which by the way, sucked. The Sweet Alabama drink was mild and the food served was cold.
Then we went skating. I was nervous when we arrived at the ice rink; skating sure seems fun, but I can't even roller-skate properly (Sy said he was suprised that I wanted to come skating; well yeah, so am I). Thought of backing out, but then we did come all the way for this. So we paid, got our skates, and slowly went onto the ice.
Godammit it was slippery! I can't even stand properly and I literally. Could. Not. Move. I held onto the sides of the rink; it was surrounded by glass border but there aren't any railings for poor shitty 'skaters' like me. It was hard to hold on to the glass borders! Especially when you're wearing gloves, your grip ain't good at all! And who should come along, skating easily and smoothly on the wet ice, but my fiance...
Apparently, I have no balance, terribly unable to balance my body weight, which apparently is due to my lack of exercise. The skates were painful at my ankles, my arms are hurting because I kept dragging myself along the sides like a baby learning to walk. Every time I try to move forward, I slipped backward.
Yes, dear, I heard you, lean forward and not backwards. Now if you could tell my body to act uninstinctively...
I was goddamn frustrasted. I was willing to burn the skate-till-10-pm ticket money. But no, he said. Don't give up. Try again in a while.
Okay. F. I. N. E.
We went into the rink again. Again, my body froze, I cannot move the way some four-years olds are moving on the ice. I was close to tears at that point. I was standing on the side of the rink again; there 3 people in front of me and one of them just fell down. They're not moving anytime soon. Sy stood near me, but nowhere near the glass panes of course, and urged, "Move it! Go around them". To do that, I have to move freely on my own and not hold on to anything.
Sounds simple enough. Except I haven't figured out exactly HOW to propel myself forward using my feet. The feet that up until then, are still either staying put at one position, or
He took my hands, in a somewhat perceived impatient act , and led me around those guys. And then he jokingly said something, which unfailingly unscrewed my 'waterfall' tap.
I wept there and then. Why? I'm not feeling pathetic enough on my own that I couldn't do something so simple? Embarrassing, yes, I know. But I still haven't gotten around prohibiting my crying while still allowing my feelings to go about freely.
This was supposed to be my birthday pressie. And it turned out to be a goddamn lousy one.
Shopping therapy does work you know. I felt much better after spending about an hour plus inside Nicchi, trying out clothes and deciding which dress to buy for CNY. Finally found two dresses that somewhat flatters my apple-shaped body.
