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 Thursday, October 04, 2007

Now that I've spent the past 2 days blowing 3/4 of my brain out of my nose, I'm finally recovering. Yay.

*flails arms around weakly like a derange octopus*

My arms are aching after carrying Maisy around for about 4 hours. We brought her to the shop (aka my parents' workplace), and around grocery shopping. Due to the fact that she kept attempting to escape from her little bed, I had to carry her almost the whole time she was at the shop. And also she wasn't allowed into the grocery store, so I had to carry her then too.

Imagine carrying a struggling 7kg furball for about 2 hours. My arms are starting to ache just thinking of it.

Got a piano lesson tomorrow. I'll hope I will survive through aurals, or ask Gaby to spare me this one time due to my untimely flu/sore throat. Considering that my breathing is so bad it looks like a giraffe on a large overdose of steroids, I think she'll be able to tell I'm not faking. Unless I actually recover completely by tomorrow (it seems quite possible now. The feelings of suffocation are leaving... Unless it means I'm DYING. Oh, the light, why won't someone turn it on?!), I probably will asked to be spared. And probably be slaughtered alive trying.

Anyway, I mentioned some time in one of my previous posts that we went to adventure world (aka an amusement park) for our physics excursion. It was the best physics 'lesson' ever. Considering that it wasn't even that great, I can assure you that physics lessons lull me gently to sleep (till my teacher starts glaring at me and firing questions. You see, I conveniently sit in the back row for physics).

The rides were so old, it was as though they were going to combust spontaneously and come apart at the joints. I'm pretty sure a tortoise could outstrip the supposed 'grand prix racing cars'. Granted that I got a particularly rickety one that was overtaken by everyone despite my excellent maneuvering, my ego was *slightly* stung.

And I guess the headache from the inhaling of the petrol fumes from both the cars and the 'bumper boats' (which were as useful as toad spawn floating around. They looked the part anyway) exacerbated the feelings of severe discontent. The one great decision I was very proud of was that despite considerable peer pressure, I did not succumb to the 'temptation' of taking this puke-inducing gargantuan beast that flipped people heads over heels and was painted a very eye-torturing candy blue and yellow. My friends came out looking like they'd been throwing up for a 100 years and were highly bitter at my not-so-silently displayed humour at their sickness (fortunately none of them actually puked).

Despite this successful defiance against peer pressure, the next attempts by my friends to make me throw up were more... Successful (I really should use another synonym, but heck, the other 3/4 of the brain have been either flushed down the toilet or sucked up by mounds of tissue paper). My mortal fright of such rides was quite apparent after the many excuses I gave to sit out of the more 'scary' rides. So when it came to the big pendulum-ship things, my friends deviously conjured images like 'it's just a giant swing', which actually made me (stupidly) confident enough to take it.

Result? I was the only moron screaming my head off on the ride. It wasn't very nice. That was an understatement. Everyone was staring and laughing at me, while I felt like my lungs were going into a seizure, and I was simultaneously having a cardiac arrest. And it wasn't like we were at the corners. My friends compromised and sat in the middle. And yet I was screaming my head off like a lunatic.

Manically enough, I went on again towards the end of our visit. Overcoming my initial fear, I told myself that I survived pretty well. And it was helping with the understanding of my physics oral assignment. Thus, the moron I am, I sat it again. And I shut my eyes throughout the whole thing. The good thing was that it wasn't as frightening. The bad thing was that it was after my lunch, and throughout the whole thing, the food was threatening to spew out of my mouth at any second. Fortunately, it didn't happen. And as it was, I was the only pathetic idiot screaming my butt off.

At the end of our visit, given that we had 10 mins before we had to report back to our meeting place, my friends and I decided to sit the 'sky lift' down, thinking it would give us some fresh air and also a nice view of the scenery. Given that I had suggested it, yes, it was a way of escaping the long walk back down. Bad decision. The walk up to the top was so steep, we nearly died of exhaustion.

And the ride took more than 10 mins to get down. They claimed it only took 6. Rubbish.

It was a kind of metal park bench haphazardly stuck onto a few cables, with only a safety bar between you and the open air. And it was terribly slow, a few bees (I swear this is true) outstripped us. We did see a few rather interesting things, like slippers on top of roofs (no doubt fallen off people's feet when on the sky lift), a BROOMSTICK on a roof (maybe a witch crashed into the skylift), and yes, a whole bunch of bees. My friend, being the impatient person she is (she's a cross-country runner), was swinging her legs when we first got on and was tersely told off to stop.

So, when we got down, we were one of the latest to get there. But as usual, given how teachers never trust us students with their time management, we were still early. And our physics teacher was nice enough to buy that student teacher (the same one for maths. Apparently he teaches physics too) a lollypop (one of those huge swirly colourful delectable looking ones). It cost $8. Cranky amount to pay for a lump of sugar (yeah, tell that to me, after I bought $25 worth of candy) and a stick. It was his last day! *hops around in ecstasy* There's hope for my end-of-year maths exam now.

Oh well. I guess it wasn't that bad a day (besides the occassional rain and the near heart failures and petrol fumes), considering what it would have been had it been a typical school day (maths and lit. *shudders*).

Piano lesson tomorrow. I feel guilty because I did no practice today (considering how I've been out nearly all day), and because I could have done some if I hadn't been typing this post out. And my neighbours would ambush me and skin me alive tomorrow if I did so at this ungodly hour. At least I cut my nails. The poor pieces of keratin... Sacrificed for a greater cause.

I should go to bed. Maisy's really tired too. She's curled up on the carpet next to me. Better take her to bed. Night! (wish me good luck tomorrow... Gaby's wrath is really quite frightening. She reminds me of Ng, except that Ng had this frightening aura about her anyway.)

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