berski-skian untuk skian kalinya
Who the hell created skiing? I’d kill him if I can find him. Everything that could go wrong went wrong today. Maybe I’m exaggerating stuff, but still… We had our breakfast, went to the ski shop so that the others could get their skiing stuff, then we headed to the skiing station and got there at 9.15. We were divided into 2 groups, mine has 10 people in it. I was in the same group as Awad, Irfan, Eddy, Hadi, Mucang, Syaza, Ann, Zhi Hui and Ali. The first lesson was – How to walk with your ski. And it took us about 10 minutes to walk like 20 meters. Then the next one was how to ski and how to brake. I had no problem with how to ski or how to glide with your ski thingy, but when it comes to braking, ehem, I still couldn’t do it even at the end of the lesson.
After a few ups-and-downs of that 20 meters- 5 degrees slope, we took the tirefesse (pull-ass). It’s some sort of a lift but instead of a seat, you have a bar, with a small disk at the end, and you put your ass on the disk and it pulls your ass up the slope. This time, it’s more than 100 meters, with a almost 35 degrees slope. The tirefesse was on this side of the slope, and we had to go to the other side, so we had to walk across the slope, while risking our lives, since we could fall down and roll into a snowball at any time. Finally when we got to the other side, we had to slide down. Ehem, I was sliding fine, very fine indeed that I couldn’t stop. When I reached the end, I knew I needed to stop, but I just can’t. So I fell myself on the ground, with my front down. For once I thought, did I just tore an organ or something. And the thing is, the instructor didn’t even help us when we fall. He just said ‘get up, get up’. And I was like ‘yes I know, you don’t think I enjoy being down here do you? Why don’t you just shut up and give me a hand’. But of course I didn’t say that. But really, every time I ski, he would say ‘open up, open up, bend your knees’ (to slow you down). I was like ‘ I know, I know, easy for you to say, how can I open up, when I’m skiing at 75km/h? How can I not panic?’. And of course I didn’t say that either.
At noon, the class stopped. Aihh, thank god! One day gone, 5 more to go. Aihh, I’m going to be as thin as a matchstick by the end of this trip, if I don’t die. Everyone was exhausted.
Had lunch at noon, first we had a salad with hardboiled eggs and mayonnaise. I ate only the egg and the mayonnaise, because they put too much vinegar in my salad, that it stung my nose. Then we had rice and fish. Same as last night’s dinner, but with different kind of rice and different kind of fish. Why did I even bother to write that sentence? Aihh. I couldn’t finish it either, so I gave my plate to someone else, and I ate the bread rolls. I was getting tired of bread rolls, and I saw a packet of mustard. I thought, if I could eat hot dog buns with mustard (because I ate the hot dog first) in Malaysia, why not here? And so I did. I don’t know how to describe it but, don’t try it at home. Arrrghhh. I’ll never eat French mustard ever again. It was too acidic, that it burnt my tongue, and my nose, whoa. It’s like drinking coke with your nose.
Played snow with Brian and Toh after lunch. We made a snowman. A mini one. A prototype. Toh and I was competing who could create the roundest snowman’s head. Then we threw snowballs to Dinie’s window. They were planning to ski on their own after that. No thank you, I’ve had enough for one day.
After a few ups-and-downs of that 20 meters- 5 degrees slope, we took the tirefesse (pull-ass). It’s some sort of a lift but instead of a seat, you have a bar, with a small disk at the end, and you put your ass on the disk and it pulls your ass up the slope. This time, it’s more than 100 meters, with a almost 35 degrees slope. The tirefesse was on this side of the slope, and we had to go to the other side, so we had to walk across the slope, while risking our lives, since we could fall down and roll into a snowball at any time. Finally when we got to the other side, we had to slide down. Ehem, I was sliding fine, very fine indeed that I couldn’t stop. When I reached the end, I knew I needed to stop, but I just can’t. So I fell myself on the ground, with my front down. For once I thought, did I just tore an organ or something. And the thing is, the instructor didn’t even help us when we fall. He just said ‘get up, get up’. And I was like ‘yes I know, you don’t think I enjoy being down here do you? Why don’t you just shut up and give me a hand’. But of course I didn’t say that. But really, every time I ski, he would say ‘open up, open up, bend your knees’ (to slow you down). I was like ‘ I know, I know, easy for you to say, how can I open up, when I’m skiing at 75km/h? How can I not panic?’. And of course I didn’t say that either.
At noon, the class stopped. Aihh, thank god! One day gone, 5 more to go. Aihh, I’m going to be as thin as a matchstick by the end of this trip, if I don’t die. Everyone was exhausted.
Had lunch at noon, first we had a salad with hardboiled eggs and mayonnaise. I ate only the egg and the mayonnaise, because they put too much vinegar in my salad, that it stung my nose. Then we had rice and fish. Same as last night’s dinner, but with different kind of rice and different kind of fish. Why did I even bother to write that sentence? Aihh. I couldn’t finish it either, so I gave my plate to someone else, and I ate the bread rolls. I was getting tired of bread rolls, and I saw a packet of mustard. I thought, if I could eat hot dog buns with mustard (because I ate the hot dog first) in Malaysia, why not here? And so I did. I don’t know how to describe it but, don’t try it at home. Arrrghhh. I’ll never eat French mustard ever again. It was too acidic, that it burnt my tongue, and my nose, whoa. It’s like drinking coke with your nose.
Played snow with Brian and Toh after lunch. We made a snowman. A mini one. A prototype. Toh and I was competing who could create the roundest snowman’s head. Then we threw snowballs to Dinie’s window. They were planning to ski on their own after that. No thank you, I’ve had enough for one day.
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