Backstreet Boys + Sister

On thursday I went rock climbing with my bosses son. It was fun. I went to the rock climbing gym at One Utama and met him there and he signed me in and stuff. Since it was my first time I had to only pay 12 bucks (YAY) then we climbed some stairs to where the climbing walls were. Golly were they daunting! There were some that were sloped inwards and there were some that had pieces hanging off in 90 degree angles that you had to climb over and there were some that jutted in and out and there was this one that wasn't even a wall it was more like a mountain surface. I was like "Ok... I don't want to do this anymore." But I didn't say anything because I was shy and I didn't want to look or sound or be even remotely related to a chicken. We met this shortish guy upstairs and he taught me how to tie knots and safety stuff which wasn't very fun (grr safety is boring! I live on the edge!). After that my bosses son and the shortish guy let me climb this wall which was slanted outwards. I was scared. My heart pounded really hard as I grabbed onto the wall. "Climbing" I said and waited for my belayer, whom I can't remember who it was to say "Climb on" which would be the go to start my horrific almost insane ascent. After what seemed like forever I heard someone say the words and I was like "Ok, here goes nothing!". I grabbed on to some rocks and pulled myself up. Before I knew it I was climbing up that wall like a lizard! I was like "WOW! I'm so cool!" I got to the top and my friends were like "Yeah!" and I was like "That was easy, lets do something harder!" Then they told me what a trail was. Its when you are only allowed to use one colour to climb. Which means if there are like 100 rocks on the wall all of different colour, you're only allowed to use one colour to help you climb all the way to the top. I was taken to another wall which had a vertical incline and was asked to do the yellow trail. It was easy and I made my way up really fast also. Then they gave me the most horrid colour of all... GREEN!!!! I used to like green because Tommy from Power Rangers was the Green ranger and he was kinda cute. But now... after that horrid experience with the green trail on that evil wall I do not like green. It was so hard! I kept falling off and getting really really frustrated. The climb to the top of the green trail was relatively easy until the last part where you had to reach for the last rock. It was this really small piece of idiotic green thing that was really really far away. I had to step on this really small other green rock and push myself up to reach it. It was SO HARD!!!! I kept slipping off as I reached for that rock! I fell off the wall again and again and again and again and again. It got to a point where I was so frustrated I nearly cried. Then, I managed to gather all my stregth and somehow I leaped off the small rock I was stepping on and I reached the top green one. The feeling of success was intense! I was sweating! I hate to sweat! The testosterone was rushing through my blood like F1 cars. The rush was ultra terriffic! My friends lowered my down from the top and I was ecstatic. I high fived them and we took pictures and everything. They thought I was really chun on the count of they couldn't do any of what I did on their first try or so they said. Then they took me to the mountain wall. I was like "are we really going to climb that?". Yes, we really were. and I managed to climb half of it too. It was really hard as well harder than the green trail and because it was a really rocky surface I got scraped all over my left hand and my finger nails were all scratched up. The whole experience was extremely fun though eventhough it was really really hard. I think I'll be going back again but not anytime soon since I won't get a discount anymore on the count of it won't be my first time anymore the next time I go. When I got home I was too tired to watch American Idol all the way and I fell asleep after the fat black girl who wasn't very good sang.

Today, me, my mum and my sister went to One Utama as usual per our Saturday outing trips and I told my mum that the backstreet boys were coming for a concert on Wednesday. I had just read about it a few days back. None of my friends want to go. I don't understand why! The Backstreet Boys were one of the hottest things in the 90's. The 90's were our era. The decade in which we grew up. Shouldn't we pay homage to our youth by going to the concert of one of the greatest things we grew up with? I don't know. Maybe my mentality is just different from theirs. But seriously! One of my friends excuse is "Its on a weeknight."! For goodness sake! Almost all concerts are on weeknights! They're only going to be here for one day! The boyband that played a major part in entertaining us when we were growing up. The boyband that gave us such timeless hits like Larger Than Life and I Want It That Way. I mean come on! That is so lame! Anyway, it was the biggest mistake me telling my mother about the concert. "I want to go!" my sister said suddenly. At once my mother said "If you're going, you have to bring your sister." My sister!!!!!!! I argued, I pleaded, I said "no" but all to no avail. I was stuck with the little monster. Why does she have to tag along everywhere I go? Can't she make her own friends? She's so pathethic! She doesn't even like the Backstreet Boys! Its so not fair! How am I supposed to be having fun when I have to babysit her? Hello? Newsflash! Babysitting does not equal fun! And I really want to have fun at this concert. I just have this weird feeling that its going to end up like our trip to Tokyo Disneyland where I had to plan everything and cue up and be stressed and all that while all my sister did was insist that she had to have this box of pop corn with Stitch on it that she doesn't even play with anymore now. She'll be having all the fun (not as much fun as I would have though if she weren't coming, on the count of SHE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE THE BACKSTREET BOYS) and I'll be all "NICOLE!!! NICOLE!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!!!!!??????". And to make things worse the concert is going to be free standing! I'm going to be dealing with things like "Koko I want to go toilet" and "Koko its so loud I want to go to the back", "Koko I'm tired I want to sit down" and an infinite amount of other irritating nonsense which I don't want to deal with at a concert, especially a Backstreet Boys concert. I'm so angry! I should have kept my mouth shut. So in the end, we went downstairs to the basement after a heated arguement and bought 2 tickets. One for me and one for HER. DAMN!!!!!!!!!

After that dreadful afternoon we went to my mothers friends house for dinner. She had prepared Nepalese food with her porter friend from Nepal who had just come down to Kuala Lumpur to work. The food was so so not good but not bad either. I had a lot though because, how often do you get nepalese food in Malaysia? After dinner me and my mum and my sister went to the living room where we met this lady whose name was Linda. Linda was really cool. We talked for a while and then my mums friend, the owner of the house showed us her karaoke set. That was it. We started singing and we never stopped. We just kept going and going and singing and singing. Me and Linda sang and sang and sang. My sister only sang one song - Eternal Flame, and she sang it really badly. She kept singing low notes when the "is this burning an eternal flame" part came on. It was really annoying and embarassing because being the music enthusiaist that I am, its shameful to have a sister who doesn't even know how Eternal Flame Goes. I bet she doesn't know any of the Backstreet Boys songs of the 90's. She sucks bigtime and I'm really irritated by her right now. I hope she does something wrong and gets punished in these three days so I can sell her ticket to maybe some friend who wants to go and appreciates the Backstreet Boys as much as I do, and go with that person instead. I'm so mean... I hope she isn't a burden during the concert otherwise I'll be even meaner. Anyway, after the night was over I found out that Linda is going for salsa classes at Havana too. Which means I'll be seeing her tomorrow at salsa class. YAY!

Actually I don't hate my sister. I love her. We both are actually quite close but she's just so young and having me a 19 year old take care of her at a concert is just dangerous and silly. My mum is terrified that we'll end up like her and her siblings - they aren't very close, but I think its obvious that we won't. Why try and force her into every activity that I'm doing? I get really annoyed by that sometimes. Like for example, I'm going to my friends birthday party, my mum will quip "can you bring your sister?". I'll be all "No! They're my friends not hers I don't want to take care of her at a party." to which my mum will respond "But she's quite mature all your friends will love her" but I don't want my friends to love her, they're MY FRIENDS, if she wants to go to parties with friends she should get her own, so at this point I usually rush out of the house. Plus I don't want to be responsible for anyone at a place where I'm supposed to be having fun. It just takes the fun out of being at a fun place. THIS SO SUCKS COCK and not in a good way either!