Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Can the worst get any worse?

Can the worst get any worse?

I always find it hard to believe, that things can just get worse when something bad takes place. Why do we have to go through multiple things when we are stressed out?

When I am having a bad day, things just never get any better. Sometimes I get this feeling that I am this walking stick of bad luck. Must all bad things come at one go?

Does this happen to everyone, or is it just me the unfortunate purple cat?
Can the worst get any worse?

Friday, February 24, 2006

Watching the stars

Watching the stars

Let us lie down and watch the stars together.
I remember the time you lay beside me,
and told me the tale of the stars.
I never understood the picture,
so you drew it out for me.

Its my life that you drew out
all the treasured moments were with you.

I cant seem to understand the picture now
Im looking hard and close.
so hard, but I cant understand why
I feel your spirit here, but your away in body.

I feel you, I feel your breath,
as it softly blows in my ear.
Two years have passed,
and this feeling is still here with me.
You are with me.
I can feel you.

I can feel you now,
lying next to me as we watch the stars together.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Nursery Rhyme wonders

Nursery Rhyme wonders

Did you know that there is a nursery rhyme being sung to children that encourage them to eat worms (at least the child is meant to sing it when they feel unloved)? It is called the WORMS song. My legal system lecturer sang in it class yesterday. It is pretty addictive, It is stuck in my head. Take a look at the lyrics.

Worms

Nobody loves me
Everybody hates me
Guess Ill eat some worms.
Big fat juicy ones
Teeny Weeny skinny ones
see them crawl along.
Ill bite off their heads
and suck in the juice
and throw their skins away
Nobody knows this
but I like to eat worms
three times a day.

-end-

The lyrics are of what I remembered only. It might be slightly longer. So what is the point of nursery rhymes likes this? The age old nursery rhyme, rock a bye baby, itself, if you study the literature behind it, is a murder tale.

It is funny how till today we sing all these tales to our children, but what do they really mean? What are we trying to tell them?

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Rock Climbing

Rock Climbing

Yes! I finally did rock climbing. Always wanted to do it, but never got down to doing it till today.

It was a quiet trip down to Port Dickson for me, although Port Dickson was filled with people as expected for it is the Chinese New Year break. I got there yesterday. Besides the usual things I do like sailing, chilling at the club, walking on the beach, etc, I got a chance to do some rock climbing at Ocean View Resort.

One of my mates, Brenda has a holdiay home there. That is how I got to know about the 36 feet Rock Climbing Wall. Yes. Its 36 feet tall. Quite ambitious for a person like me who has never done rock climbing in her entire life. Unsure about what she is about to face.

Here are some shots of this experience.

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Getting geared up. The harnest is so tight. The shoes are weird looking. It was the shape of my feet (its purpose is so you get the best grip possible). Helmet is the kids size one, cause I have a real small head.

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All set. Ready to go.
Check out my nervous smile.

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Where is my right foot supposed to go now?

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Only half way through. Still got 18 feet to go. This is more difficult than it looks. I kinda look like spiderman stuck on a wall.

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Almost there. Now to reach for that last rock. Oh no! My legs are shaking. How do I lift myself to ring that bell? This top bit was much trickier than the lower bits because all of the sudden, the rocks shrunk ( no! not literally. As in they were just smaller rocks).

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Ahah! The top! I made it! Woo Hoo. Time to ring the bell.

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Coming down was the best part. Just hanging on to the rope and kicking the wall as they lower the rope. Brilliant feeling. It was like I was starring in a Peter Pan movie. Now my legs are feeling funny.

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WALAH! hehehe. Yes, thats the "im so happy im on land" smile complete with a feline pose. (cats always land on their feet)

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Can you believe I got a certiticate for climbing 36 feet high? Awesome aint it?

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This was an awesome experience. And its all thanks to Brenda (please dont kill me for posting your picture up).

and now my body aches.

Toodles!