sing me my lullaby ...

an icy hail stormed across toronto yesterday and the city finally frosted white. yupe, this marks the first snow day for this season. some people are glad and others are not. i guess i'd rather fall into the former since this is going to be my last winter here; not ever, just so you know. hihihi. today isnt so bad *yeah rite!* but that's the thing about me - i love the cold. well, maybe more like i need the cold if you ask me again. hihihi. other people will be like: "dammit! it's cold" whereas i'll be going like: "sweeeeet!". LOL. and this fact might come as a surprise to some people given my origin. i come from a tropical country where winter ceases to exist simply cause the temperature is just too darn humid. hahaha. anyways my point is that i am definitely going to miss the canadian winter and that i have no clue how i am gonna survive back home (tho i will for my sake). and with every winter there's always a memory to treasure along with a good sport of humour among friends. however the humour turns sour when the joke is at your expense. HA! one particular case happened to me in my first winter ever. i was walking to class towards a major road intersection with my buddies. we stopped by a red light and began crossing as the pedestrian sign turned green. WHOOOOP! i slipped and the rest went down in history. it happened so fast and the next thing i know i was sitting there in the middle of road; my butt was in pain and my friends (instead of offering a hand) were cracking up right behind me like they'd never seen a real good winter plunge - yupe, it's a plunge alrite. sighs. it was so darn embarassing and i think i caught a glimpse of the driver of the car to my right getting a little entertained by the scene. it's just one of those moments when your embarassment overwhelms the pain. and it's never a good thing cause the pain haunts you still after. hahaha. crap. but it's all good cause we shared a laugh together (which means i ended up laughing myself at my own clumsiness) and i wouldnt change a thing about it even if i could. well, maybe it would be nice if someone would have taken that fall instead of me. hahahahaha.

another unforgettable winter reminiscence is my ski trip at blue mountain. i could remember i was so psyched about the whole trip though i wouldnt call myself a good skier since that was my first time ever! but psyched nonetheless. there are two particular incidents to tell: one is funny and the other is funny/serious. i still find it hard to believe the former cause how can they not find a size for my pair of ski boots!?!? i mean, come on man!! do i look like a gigantor or something? i first took it as a light joke but apparently it wasnt. i was excited as hell and when my turn came up, they told me they didnt have my size. well, not exactly. i managed to try on some pairs, the bigger ones that is. but all to no avail. on some, my foot couldnt even fit into the boot opening; on others, the series of boot locks wouldnt latch. sighs. frustrating? yes. embarassing? hell yes! crap. dejavu-like, i could see the bootkeeper chuckling lightly behind the bar as i handed over the last pair i tried on. sighs. nonetheless i finally ended up with no other choice but to take on snowboarding, which somehow leads right to the next story. *how nice innit? phhffffftttttttttttt* at first i thought: "yeah, i can do this shit! i saw those people and it doesnt look too hard to master". plus i cant stop picturing myself with my super big ski goggle and my foot on the board; you know, gliding down the snowhill, swerving around corners, jumping over snow humps and all. by the end of the third day, i will be a pro, or so i thought. well, at least it was this cool in the back of my mind. by the end of my third run, there i was lying on my back in the middle of the beginner course and this was not cool. i couldnt move, let alone helping myself up. i was so close to getting unconcious i remembered and i didnt have anymore gas in me. the thought of getting wrecked by a speeding skier/boarder hit my mind for a moment but i didnt move as if my body was paralyzed. afraid i was, yet i was laid helpless. it wasnt until then i realized that snowboarding isnt prolly my thing after all. yupe, no no. i finally managed to collect enough energy to bring myself up and standing after a minute or so. with my body feeling like i had 3 broken cage ribs and a slight concussion on my head, i continued my journey downhill to the base, walking that is. *knock yourself out guys. i know i know. its very funny* from the base, i headed straight back to the motel and by nightfall, i returned my snowboard. in the end, it wasnt going to be a 3-day fun outdoor experience but more like a 1-day outdoor accident + a 2-day boring indoor experience. crap. so much for my wild imagination. sighs. hey, at least i gotta snowboard for once in my life! hihihihi. though i am not so sure if i want to do it again. blah! life's too short rite? hohoho.

fortunately i havent got all my winter memories filled of me making a mockery out of myself. LOL. i remembered one night a couple of friends, my brother, and i made our first snowman ever! or at least we tried. hahahahhaa. it turned out that it isnt easy at all. the condition of the snow definitely makes all the difference; and it takes skills and a good meal before you are successful simply because you need lots n lots of energy just to make a good round snowman's head, let alone the fat body figure. sighs. we ended up with a couple pairs of tired hands and a distortedly mashed snowman head. LOL. we made a couple snow angels in place of the snowman. hihihi.

well, i guess that's it then for now. with this i officially close my winter wonderland chapter. hehehehe. and the countdown has begun people! woohooooo. me out now. Cheers.

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