I know, I know. I haven't posted for quite some time. How incredibly irresponsible of me. Now there's loads for me to update and this post will probably be long. For now, let's start off with some photos.
I went to Queenstown and went snowboarding. Foundation year had organized this whole skiing plus snowboarding trip, and I had spontaneously signed up despite not knowing who would turn up. Basically, on the night before the trip I was all "OH FUCK WHY DID I SIGN UP FOR THIS" while throwing clothes into my bag in this awesome, haphazard manner. What else could I do? The mid-terms had only been over recently, and my friends had smothered me with gifts for my birthday on the 9th. I hadn't had time to pack, but pack I did.
I didn't regret going for the trip, though. Why? Because it was fan-fucking-tastic, that's why.
Sheril. She was incredibly supportive when I lost my ski pass and locker keys while snowboarding like a goof down the slopes, even volunteering to come along and help me look for it.
We even had time to walk around the city centre at night. I had my fair share of beer just for the heck of celebrating the joys of turning eighteen.
Tim.
Maryam.
As I've skiied before (Korea! 2004!), I decided to try out snowboarding. Those shoes were a huge pain in the ass as they were stone-heavy, making a simple task like walking incredibly arduous. I basically stumbled around like some half-drunk in them, and learning how to strap them onto the board was difficult.
And was it hard to keep my balance. I did get the hang of the basics of snowboarding soon enough (after a series of disastrous falls), but by then I was bruised, battered and incredibly worn. Some dude in our group had even broke his arm. We fawned over his cast, and he didn't seem to mind.
I made a couple of mistakes throughout the trip, though. Firstly, I hung my leather gloves over the heater, assuming that was the best way to get it dry. Hell. I should have anticipated the consequences. There was a large ugly burn mark on the heater, and my gloves smelled funny. I gaped with a typical "what-the-fuck" expression before going into rage-mode.
Because we had six people in a room and everyone had different priorities. It was the fasting month, so Sheril and Maryam had to pray and wake up at all sorts of timings. They woke up at 6am, effectively waking me up in the process.
"Turn off the lights," I grunted. Thankfully, they did just that.
And by 7am one of our alarms went off. I assumed someone was going to turn it off, but the owner never did. It went on and on for five minutes until I screamed from the top of my bunk, "Will someone just turn that fucking clock off? I'm gonna kill the fucking owner, I swear."
...Well. I'm just not that great in a mood everytime I wake up.
"Hold on," Sheril said hastily. "I'll find out where it's coming from." She moved about and I heard rustling. Finally, she said in an odd sort of way, "Uh...Anne? I think this alarm's yours."
It really was mine. I had set my own alarm and forgotten about it in the process. Bollocks. I had never been more embarrassed ever in my life, although the girls there all thought it was the funniest thing they've ever seen.
And finally, the worst mistake of my life was going onto the advanced snowboarding/skiing slope when I couldn't even master the basic slope.
The weather had been awful that day. It was snowing heavily, and the wind was blowing hard. Everyone else had worn hats except me, and my hair was basically freezing in chunks. I wanted to scream bloody murder, but then Tim, Tom and Tong (kinda rhymes, doesn't it?) asked whether I wanted to have fun at the advanced slope. I was like, well, no.
Of course, I changed my mind.
And boy, I probably had the time of my life. I was whizzing down the hill so quickly and had to forcefully stop myself from zooming off the mountain, which resulted in me constantly landing into hard snow, and in some cases, rocks. I crashed into flagpoles that stuck out of the snow multiple times, and that had hurt like a real bitch. At one point I could even taste blood in my mouth, which meant that something was probably cut. Or broken. Thankfully, it was just the former.
And now, here's just to show all the stuff I received for my birthday. Prawwan had so nicely drawn me USUK fanart, and I had responded by drawing Shizaya. *grins*
Vei's postcard is somewhere up there too. *points*
Basically, I had the most amazing 18th birthday. Ever.
With the amazing songs my friends sang, their gifts, and the ski trip - yes, it was definitely be the most memorable birthday ever.Willa had given me some expensive soap. When I had stuttered and asked why, she said that it was a crime for me to be using two-dollar bathsoaps. I had retorted by saying that two-dollar bathsoaps worked well enough, thank you very much. But of course I was happy to receive her present. She had spent the time and effort - and I was thankful. Eden had given me a book that I've always wanted to read for months.
Christy was brilliant, of course. She baked a whole tub of orange peels and offered everyone a piece. I had taken the remaining back home and shared them with my host family, who had decided to buy me a cake. They were all incredibly nice, and I was warm and contented too. It's not often that the fuzzy, happy feeling worms its way into your heart - but when it does, it comes on pretty strong. And that was what I felt.
Seriously, it was amazing.
And then I made some art for an art exhibition. It took me a couple of days to think about what I wanted to do, but when I did, I visited the art shop and bought a whole bunch of supplies back home. That included an expensive $24 fixative.
P/S: The remaining art supplies are all with Eden now. Gave it all to him since I doubt I could carry it all back home to Malaysia.
With the amazing songs my friends sang, their gifts, and the ski trip - yes, it was definitely be the most memorable birthday ever.Willa had given me some expensive soap. When I had stuttered and asked why, she said that it was a crime for me to be using two-dollar bathsoaps. I had retorted by saying that two-dollar bathsoaps worked well enough, thank you very much. But of course I was happy to receive her present. She had spent the time and effort - and I was thankful. Eden had given me a book that I've always wanted to read for months.
Christy was brilliant, of course. She baked a whole tub of orange peels and offered everyone a piece. I had taken the remaining back home and shared them with my host family, who had decided to buy me a cake. They were all incredibly nice, and I was warm and contented too. It's not often that the fuzzy, happy feeling worms its way into your heart - but when it does, it comes on pretty strong. And that was what I felt.
Seriously, it was amazing.
And then I made some art for an art exhibition. It took me a couple of days to think about what I wanted to do, but when I did, I visited the art shop and bought a whole bunch of supplies back home. That included an expensive $24 fixative.
P/S: The remaining art supplies are all with Eden now. Gave it all to him since I doubt I could carry it all back home to Malaysia.
A charcoal rose, aaaand...
Honestly, it wasn't meant to turn out like that. HONESTLY. It was supposed to look a whole lot more mature, for mature people. It wasn't supposed to look like something out of a fairytale story book!
But of course, I just had to mess it up. Like reaaaally, Anne? Couldn't you have done better?
The auctioning will be on tonight. I hope someone buys it for charity's sake.
My throat hurts like sonofabitch. Wish it'd just stop. Fuck.
Off for now,
Anne
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