Confessions of an Undisguised Drama Queen

Thursday, December 02, 2004

Rock Bottom

Yes, as my dear friend mookie put it in her tag, the days of excitement are over and very soon, the inter hall games will begin and the bulk of us involved will be stuck in NTU under the blazing hot sun, sweaty, tired..... (and hopefully skinnier too).

But before my holidays are declared OVER, I had to do something fruitful. Something I like. Something that would make my pathetic holiday seem not so pathetic. So, I went ice-skating.

Don't raise your eyebrows. I was a pretty good skater when I was 13.

Those were my hey-days when I would hit the rink with my friends religiously - a few times per week (yeah alot of time and money spent but everyone has their wild days right?).

Right. But that was a whole 7 years ago and 7 years is too damn long to stop doing something and expect to be as good when you return to it again.

7 years! That's like just 3 years short of a decade!

My point is - I'm not that great a skater now.

Anyway, a nervous me was equipped with socks, gloves and a jacket (on top of a 3/4 sleeved shirt. okay i admit, i'm afraid of the cold), together with best friend, Grace, made our way west of Singapore to Fuji Ice Palace successfully, without losing our way (kudos to her superb driving skills and my map reading! and who says girls can't read maps??!!)

Getting onto the ice was probably the hardest part. It was not because my skates were too big and heavy for me, but because I was practically shaking in my pants!

Here I am, a 20 year old girl, hobbling towards the skating rink, fear gripping because.... the skating rink was swarmed with youngsters zooming across like no one's business. Not only were we the oldest around (okay maybe not the OLDEST - there was one uncle zooming around too), we are seriously not THAT good at skating.

Oh well, but being the brave young women we are, we made it into the rink and things went almost perfectly smoothly from there. Like reliving our teenage years, we too, were soon zooming around proudly.

Until an unfortunate accident occurred (personally, i wouldn't have called it an accident. i'm so damn bloody sure that kid did it intentionally!)

Anyway, what happened was, Grace and I were skating side by side happily when all of a sudden, this brat of a kid came in between us with his metal support (you know, those things kids push as they skate so they won't fall on their poor little bums) and just knocked me aside. Trying to maintain my balance, I moved to my right but there was another skater and I didn't want to collide into her. Knocked on my left and wanting to avoid going right, the only other direction I could go to maintain my centre of gravity was DOWN.

Wham bam. Thank you very much. I landed on the hard, cold, and wet ice on my bottom. With my jeans dripping wet, I was cursing the little monster and had to be held back by Grace lest I zoomed over to strangle him. No apologies, nothing from that twit. I still remember him. That monster of a boy in PINK gloves.

I am so distraught by this incident (note i no longer use 'accident') I am thinking of writing in to the authorities or whoever's in charge to ban kids from using the skating rink unaccompanied by a parent. They really should build more skating rinks so we don't have to be terrorized by these little devils - consider having a baby rink, the equivalent of a baby pool, for those who absolutely cannot skate and pose a hazard to poor people like me.

Now you know what rock bottom means. My butt after it hit the ice.

[Time of Confession] 11:45 PM
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