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Yesterday my cruel, cruel parents made me go mountain climbing.

I sooo hate mountain climbing, even if it's the civilised type which doesn't involve dangling in a crotch harness over the edge of a rock wall. Actually, it's... just... walking up wooden steps. ALOT ALOT ALOT ALOT ALOT of freakin' wooden steps!!!

(My poor thighs hurt today... *whimper*)

Mount Singai is some sort of Christian retreat. On the way up the mountain, there are cross sculptures, each depicting a scene from Jesus's suffering after he was condemned to death.

Me : Eh woman, how many crosses are there?
Sis : Errr... I think... altogether there are 18 crosses along the way.
Me : O_o *wtf?!?*

Cross #1 to cross #5 was okay.

But at cross #6, the steps started to increase in gradiency and THAT was when I started bitching and whining and complaining. My parents tried to console me.

Dad : Nevermind, we walk slowly... later we stop and take a rest again.
Me : Can. You find me an escalator first lah.
Dad : Where got escalator?!?
Me : Fine. I'm not fussy. Get me a cable car.

Mum : Don't give up... you can do it!
Me : Mum, there are 18 crosses. I'm only on cross #6 and I feel like shit. By the time I reach the 18th cross, I'll be dead.
Mum : Where got 18 crosses?!? Who said so?!?
Me : Neh... that girl... *points accusingly at my sis*
Mum : Since when you ever listen to her?!?
Me : *Sulks* When her words agree with how shitty I feel.
Mum : I think there are only 13 crosses!!!
Me : Still... I don't wanna walk anymore!

I ab-so-lute-ly refused to budge.

So my parents left me behind and continued up the steps.

I waited. Looked around. Continued sulking. Watched people panting and dragging their sorry arses up the steps.

Boring, boring, boring.

Hey, cross #7 doesn't look that far. Maybe I should just move up....

... and I did. All the way to cross #10. I was literally half-dead by then. And when I looked up, what did I see...? My lovely sister making her way down the steps. I was so relieved! Finally, time to go hommmmeeeee... *skippety skip*

Huh. Yeah right.

As I was about to go down the steps, I heard someone called my name. Looked up and saw my mum waving at me. Great.

Mum : Come up lah! You're almost there!
Me : *Pretends not to hear*
Dad : 5 minutes more and you'll reach the top... c'mon, don't waste time.
Me : Elo...??? 8 more crosses in 5 minutes? I don't think so.
Mum : *Throws my sis a dirty look* 3 crosses left only lah!!
Sis : Errr... yes, yes...
Me : You liar... now you telling the truth or not?
Sis : Yes, yes...
Me : Like that, then you follow me up also.
Sis : WHAT?!?! AGAIN!?!?!
Mum : Yes, again!!!
Sis : *whinebitchsulk*
Me : Heh.

Anyway, to cut a lonnnnggg whiny story short, I did make to the peak without dying of cardiac arrest... (My parents actually gave me a big hand for that) The air was fresh, and the view from the top was amazing. And did I enjoy myself?

*crosses fingers*

NO! NO! NO!