29/04/15

 I've always loved rock climbing - its a journey up every wall, and then you get to fling yourself off and fall and not get hurt. But I also remember once when I went to England and tried to climb a rock wall in centreparks and couldn't, that I felt like such a failure especially since Hannah and Tim both could climb it. And it was that kind of bitter childhood prideful feeling of failure that prevents you from trying again because a little niggling voice inside says 'You'll only fail again.'

Well. Good thing that didn't last for long.

The ten ten camp facilitators went rock climbing on Wednesday, and on a happy happenstance we met Vanessa too!

Ellis and Wei Xin and I belayed each other, and they helped me climb a very very tough wall which I lost grip of at least thrice. I suppose it was an allegory of life - they are always there, in all my shortfalls and slip ups (which are many) and sorrows (which are few).

They also didn't let me down one of the walls, so I dangled helplessly, and told a random passer-by 'I'm stuck.' before they let me descend, only to stop again mere feet from the ground. But I was happy to dangle, held aloft by both of them.

Quite soon, we got tired and spent the time fooling around at the free walls, which again I conquered because they carried me.

There was also some photo bombing. (Also, why do guys flex in photographs?)

After it ended, I asked a handsome staff member to help us take a group photo, and then wandered around with Ellis and Wei Xin and found THE BEST MALL PIZZA it had a crispy yet soft and fluffy crust ahhhh.

We're beginning to fit together like sedimentary rocks. I can't believe university may soon pull us apart. But there'll always be an invisible string between us, and you just have to tug at it and my heart will open.