Of course, they won't let me stay grumpy forever. Just about long enough to shove a a cup of tea under my nose and shove me out of the door. And so, there I find my self, on the other side of the hastily slammed door, with a ridiculous looking cup of tea in my hand and a bleary-eyed expression pasted on my face, wondering what in gods name I'm doing out here in the insane hours of the morning which are far better spent curled up in bed, deep in dreamland. Then, as if sensing my indecisioned disposition, a firm but guiding hand reaches out from the now open door and directs me too the lift. Its here that I slowly start to realize my surroundings. "Ah", I think, "Cup of Tea !". So I'm not exactly a morning person. The lift dutifully makes its way to the *urgh* much dreaded gym as if conspiring with my parents to make my life living hell and making me thoroughly regret coming home for the vacations. The Gym ! A storehouse of torture equipment in the guise of "Exercise" machines. I undergo the brutality of a 45 min work out and just as I'm about to collapse from lack of feeling in my muscles, a gentle breeze wafts in through the open window (lately, fellow gym people feel the A/C is better left off so as to enjoy the 'natural' breeze... sigh... They've probably succumbed to their father's attempts at "Character Building"). This sort of catches me as I'm about to fall and draws me to the window. I look down and see a few people walking in the complex (I live in a gated community. It's pretty cool really =D). I start to jump and am off the ledge when I realize "Oh oh, this is the first floor !". Sigh... I hate mornings. After a not-so-graceful landing on the cold, hard, unforgiving floor (did I mention I hate mornings ?), I limp to the nearest lawns. There, a few rocks (boulders really. But it would look like rocks to Godzilla or maybe Gulliver) lay scattered. You'd think that the fall would grant me some insight into how the rest of the day is going but No... I have to try to climb the damned things (see my profile). And so, I find myself, clinging onto dear life (or rather dear rock face), feverishly praying that I don't fall and trying hard not to look down. I don't manage. I look. Its a 25 feet fall from here. I really, really hate mornings. I wait for some inspiration, wondering how long it would take a fire truck to come save me before my hands gave way. Too long I decide. Gritting my teeth (with the 'I Believe I can Fly' song playing over and over in my head), I inch forward, crawling along like some lizard (the real ones were laughing at me from the top, I swear) until at long last and not a moment sooner, I reach the top. Its a good thing I didn't give up. The view was worth it !
That, my friends, is sunrise from the top most rock in the Complex ! I lay around for a bit longer and bask in the sunrise, enjoying the wind. I guess waking up early isn't so bad after all. WOAH !!! Did I just say that ? Sorry, I must still be asleep (Must.not.get.Characterized).
Anyway, the adventure continues. I, as a person, don't believe in being content with what I have. And so, I find myself, after the mountain climbing incident, perched on the compound wall, balancing between a sheer 30 foot fall and a painful, barbed fence wire experience, wondering what the heck I'm doing there (Yes, I'm really 18. What ever happened to living a second childhood ? Don't listen to the others. They like to claim I haven't got through my first yet but we all know from the obvious maturity of my action(s): Drinking tea instead of milk, that I'm well past my first childhood). SO yeah, like I was saying, I'm walking on the wall, holding the *ouch* pointy fence as I go along. These Are easier shown than described so I'll let the pictures do the talking. Enjoy the various views and mind not the jerks and blurs, that's just me trying not to plummet to my untimely death as I get over enthusiastic with the camera (My Precious phone, BTW).
This isn't from the wall, this is from the balcony. You can see a few of the smaller rocks out here, if you look carefully. You can also see the compound wall, that runs along the entire complex.
Yet another photo showing the park !! And you can see the highway. I jumped the wall and walked along the highway, after which I made my way down along the rocks that's behind the blue stuff (some kind of plastic covering to cover the blasting region from the road - Yes, the use REAL dynamite =P).
Anyway, it was fun but you should remember that this doesn't make me hate mornings any lesser. And tomorrow (or rather today, its already well past mid-night !!), promises to be much worse, considering I have to pick my l'il brother up from the station at bleedin' 8:oo in the morning ! Oh the agony. That said, I better hit the sack soon. Gotta attempt putting a cheerful facade for him. We wouldn't want to get my overwhelming thoughts of strangling him till he turns blue for making me have to get up so early get the better of me now, would we ?
Until next time, Aloha.
