when I was a kid, we used to go out to the gardens on Sundays. My parents would drag me and Qiang along for a jog and they would promise us a trip to the swings.
and like every public property in JB, the swings were rusty.
and we would lower ourselves very gingerly onto the seats, careful not to cut ourselves.
and our parents would push away.
and as a kid, I was rather afraid of heights due to this tiny, scary-as-hell accident that involved chubby little me and those evil monkey bars.
but I would always gather that little bit left of courage and urged my parents to "push me higher to the skies". the clouds then were so fluffy.

and then we would always go this slope on the other side that looked down on one of the main roads of JB that fronted the straits of Johor.
the sea breeze would be wonderful.
and there were always so many kites.
and if we were good, my parents would have brought one along.
and we would take off our shoes and socks and run around barefoot on the cool grass, while my mum would yell at us about the various worms that would tunnel their way right into our soles and into our hearts and brains.

and at the end of the whole jogging and swing and kiting fiasco came the absolute highlight of the week.
this steep bukit-like grassy slope.
and I would again gather that little bit of courage and run madly down the slope with Qiang, shouting wildly.
we would seriously run pell-mell down a steep slope.
oh hell, I was damn afraid of tumbling down and breaking all my 206 bones.
but it was kinda liberating.

well, today, I got to lie on the grass again, barefeet, with lovely music playing and the fluffy clouds and bubbles above.
all I needed was a swingset and a steep slope.

i'm falling overboard.


reading is going at a slower pace right now. but managed to finish 2 books this week. starting on He's Just Not That Into You which is sarcastic as tacks and enjoyable thus far. gotta remember it since I'm now single and ready to mingle. lols.