Apparently, I should begin by saying I'm a freakin addict. And I do coke. (It's a bet. If I write it, I get 5 Euros. Free money, baby! Pops always told me, take the money first, ask questions later)
So I'll start with the last important event and proceed chronologically. To start off, I'll blaber about my recent vacation. Over here, the October holiday is also call Herbstferien which translates into Autumn hols. Makes lots of sense, doesn't it? I love how Germans are so sensible. They don't try to impress by coming up with fancy names and stuff. They're like cotton candy. Sweet and easily digested. The language, I mean. Not the people.
Back to my story, the long weekend began on the 29th of September and went on till the 7th of October. We, my host family and I, spent it in the Sächsischen Schweiz. (NO IDEA how it's written in English) Just to give you guys a dose of what I went through, I would like to say this place is a mountainous area. With great rocks of magnificent height. And steep staircases leading all the way to Mount Olympus. Imagine that. And that's the feeling you get before you start hiking. Now imagine the same image ten times the pain. That's how it was trying to get through each step of the way. I don't really know whether the fact my host family is so outdoor-ish made the matter worse or better. Bad, because I just kept pushing myself even though I was loosing my breath. Good, because I just kept pushing myself even though I was loosing my breath. Best part of it all, I was actually leading the way on the last day.
On the first day, we went to three different places. I can't remember them anymore. Curse this teenage habit of mine of not noting down important facts. I do however remember having a flashback of my life's memories. I think at some point I thought I was going to die. This actually reminds me of the time when I REALLY did think my life was over.
It happened a long time ago, okay not so long. But the phrase adds dramatization to whatever I'm gonna say next. Bananas, I was sitting at home (in Malaysia) and I happily munched on my oranges as I watched Russell Peters on the computer. Then he must have said somethin real funny cos the next thing I knew, the orange got trapped somwhere in my throat (I'm not medically knowledgeable enough to figure out the exact location) and I couldn't breathe anymore. I wrapped my hands around my neck, mostly because that's how they react in movies and partly because I thought I could somehow use my fingers to push the orange further down. And then I jumped up and ran like a meat-eating goat that had the hots for a maniacal chicken with weird sleeping habits. As I ran, I passed my little (not so little, she was 15 at that time) sister who was watching the television. Believe it or not, she just looked me up and down with raised eyebrows. And here I was hanging on for dear life. I gasped for air in front of her and motioned a little, well mostly telepathically screamed at her to bring my mother. I was thinking more along the lines of goodbye. But she just said, What?! with half an ounce of worry marring her features. 15 years of being sisters and that's all I got at my supposed moment of death. I then ran into a room, banged my head on the door (accidently) and kept forcing myself to try cough it out. After several attempts, I got through. I proceeded to clean myself up and marched to the hall to see my sister still absorbed with the program. I confronted her and she said, You alright? Hell yeah I was.
On the second day, we really got into hiking mode. There was a lot of walking and we went up to mountains. On the third day, we went up only one but we walked a lot. That one mountain took the same amount of time we needed for the two mountains on the second day. On the fourth day, Jakob, my host brother, got food poisoning and we took the advantage to just stay and rest at home. On the fifth day, Gisela, my host mother, and I walked six hours together and on the last day, you know what? I can't remember what we did. And after we returned from the trip, I thought to myself I needed another round of holidays just to sleep in and do nothing at home.
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| Nowadays, we need proof for everything |
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| One of the many beautiful paths we took |
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| What did I tell yall now bout steep ladders? |
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| Jakob and I enjoying sweet victory at the peak |
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| Don't I look like I came out straight from the 60's? |
A1, A2 - Beginner
B1, B2 - Intermediate
C1, C2 - Advanced/ Expert
P/S : There are two stages to each level, therefore the number behind each letter.
I have been watching a lot, I mean, A LOT of romantic movies lately. I'm actually going through IMDb's list right now. I keep swooning at the male leads. And after such influence, I've come up with my perfect romantic scene. So here it is. A guy and a girl walk into an elevator. There's an intense sexual tension surrounding them. The guy grabs the girl and kisses her. Not too much, just enough to keep lingering feelings and a yearning for more. I was going to write desire, but I find it too rash, don't you? So the girl pushes the guy away using both hands and goes, What?No! Her brain is telling her to come to her senses but her body tells her to get on with it. *Does it make me crazy if I secretly (not so secret anymore) relish in that phrase?* The elevator doors slide open as the girl lifts her garments and walks quickly away. She doesn't turn back to give that last glance at the guy who just stares at her back. *Aha! I love a practical woman who keeps her head up in the name of Confusion-In-Love*
Damn. Fluttering feelings all over. Did I mention I love elevator scenes?
Holy Guacamole! I've got less than 3 months to go! I refuse to find out the exact number of days I have left. That'll just
a) Slow down everything
b) Speed up everything
How ironic. And how very true.
So that's it folks for tonight. More to come....someday. :)
