Assorted Ravings of the Slightly-Weird

Winter Wonderland!

Just a quick entry from the wintry white wilderness of Whistler, Canada.

It's been snowing for the past two days and today we hit the slopes for the first time. Pure fresh white powder all over the place with nary a skier to be seen. Absolute heaven, especially on our last run of the day where we went all the way from top to bottom in about half an hour. Wheehee!

And after skiing, there's always the pottery-painting studio to occupy my time. Almost every time I come here I head over to the art studio in the evenings to pick out some pieces to paint. It's really fun and makes for a nice gift as well. Although, I seem to keep more pieces than I give away :)

Best of all, there's cable TV. Lots and lots of cable TV. With my favourite Food Network where it's 24 hours of cooking shows and more cooking shows. Shiok!

Okie dokie, Star Trek's on TV now. Gotta go! Happy holidays everyone!

P.S.: I promise I will put up the photos from my birthday party as soon as I get home.

Twenty Nine, Still!

Today is the last day of my twenties!

After today, I will officially be a member of the LZB club. I'll have to start checking off a new box when it comes to filling out survey forms etc. I'll be a "thirty-something". (Although apparently I'll still be considered a youth till I'm 35 since that is the official SG definition.)

WAH.

I wonder if my body will magically deteriorate when I wake up tomorrow.

A few months ago I was having drinks with some friends who had already turned 30, and the conversation was hilarious. They were lamenting about how their metabolic rates had slowed down, how their bodies took a much longer time to recover, how they could no longer party all night long, how pimple scars took much longer to fade. At least, it was hilarious when I could still claim to be in my twenties. Now, when I'm teetering on the brink of thirty-something-hood, it's not that funny. No wonder the pimple hasn't healed.

Maybe tomorrow when I wake up, my body will start storing fat like there's no tomorrow. Which means no more ice cream. And maybe tomorrow when I wake up I'll start feeling the weight of my thirty-something-year-old body on my thirty-something-year-old bones. Which means I'll creak and squeak when I walk up stairs, like my dad does. (You can hear him coming for miles.) And maybe I'll magically mature into an adult, cos I sure as hell still don't feel like one yet!

But my sneaking suspicion is nothing changes :) It's just a number. RIGHT??

*fingers crossed*

P.S.: PARTY TOMORROW NIGHT!
P.P.S.: If anyone was thinking of getting me the jigsaw, my sis is already getting it :)