Welcome back to ME :)

Here's the lame post Elliot :( Written in 10 minutes, all non-nonesense, nonesense.

I'm amazed at myself how long I kept away from blogging. But the reason was worth it. School holidays kicks in; in other words, this means a total kick ass holiday season, I hope.

It surprises me how much can happen during the half month period. Activities splurge in one after another; sleepless nights begin; throw in a fatty mamak diet and there you spell purposeful , perhaps?

There is always something to do and somewhere to go. A day never goes by with boredom and you can actually feel your energy being drained out of your own body. Movie tickets fully booked, cc's fully packed. Everywhere you go, there will be an increase in human bodies. But, who doesn't know this already? It's only normal it happens anyway.

On another meaningful note, I recently sat for my Japanese Proficiency test last Sunday, which makes me so relieved I'll finally be able to sleep. I was anticipating for the exaggerated anxiety to be over. It has been eating me from the inside. Plus lately, my parents haven't been jovial. The problem must be me once again. When will I ever get to live my life without being complained to, everyone else? Both of them seem to be having PMS. Sigh, what a way to start the holiday.

My legs are aching, wait, scratch that. My whole body is aching due to an expedition that was revently held. This time my camera died on me and there was no charger. Thus, you shall not get any picutes :p If you wish to see SOME, click on Ethan>Daniel at my sidebar :)

Well, at least now, I have my bed to sleep on, my own bathroom to use, an aircond room, a bug free environment to live in.

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Maxwell 2, period.

I once wrote a journal entries for the 3 days that we were up in Maxwell- the first time up. This time, I am not even inspired to write about it.

What was different? or rather, what was the same?

Few activities were different, if you can call it that. Everything else was pretty much the same. See, for the first time, I have to crack my brain open to write something about Maxwell. *goes away for a while to get a drink*
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Okay, here goes.

Hiking up the hill was not unfamiliar to us. We could all split up and still find our way to the bungalow. Carrying extra weight seem to make us hike up an hour and the half faster than hiking without them. How interesting. As usual, hiking up wouldn't be fun if there weren't dramas, for instance, Ken attempting this steep stairs of stone as a short cut, but failed the first time, painfully. Let's keep it at that only, shall we.

So like I said, even if we broke up into groups, we would still make it to the bungalow. None of us got lost this time, and no one got bitten by leeches. *Hallelujah*

Cutting the long story short, we did what we did the last time we went up. Except that this time, after waking up from my afternoon nap, a new game was introduced to us. It has no name, but I shall just call it, the Bang-Bang-You're-Dead game. It was a game in which the obvious isn't so obvious but obvious anyway. The ones who got it right, slapped themselves left right, center and self proclaim themselves smart; the ones who didn't get it right as quickly as some (that's me) started to feel like a clown amusing everyone else. Oh, the agony and frustration.

Bohnanza was as usual, in play 5 times a day. Don't you guys get bored? :( I did. Sigh. Anyway, the kitchen utensils were used this time. Ken & Yang were the cooks (don't know why they like to cook together so much...hmm)

We hiked up all the way to Maxwell's peak and saw a satellite. What a sight. Uh huh. But I'd admit it felt like an accomplishment. We played some blind man game IN THE DARK. Hah! that's something different :) It was fun but painful at the same time. I knocked my knee into the fireplace area, and limped-hike down the next day. I respect and admire blind people even more now. It makes me wonder, how they live their lives every single day.

Cc was cc-like. Fun. Period. Less is more. That's why I won't say any more.

In conclusion, the "holiday" this time was taxing on my patience. Living with other people, in the same house is scary when their true colors show. It was amusing to see some of them make fools out of themselves. It was priceless to see how an ego as high as Maxwell hill itself, explode. But there will be one thing I could choose to forget, but never will it be gone. That is why, this time, my "holiday" here, felt dirty even before I could start it.
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Next post up: The Cadbury experience :D