Malaysia Week In Gopeng

During Malaysia Week 2009 me and 23 other middle school students went to Gopeng. In Gopeng we were able to try different things and over come fears. When we were in Gopeng we went water rafting, repelling, caving, hiking, swimming and completed a high ropes course.

Hands shaking, legs trembling, I took one more step towards the end of the high ropes course. 20 meters in the air with 2 small ropes to support you if you fall, I was scared to take another step. My friends yelling from down below cheering me on. I couldn't force myself to look down, thinking of the consequences if i do fall.
My knuckles burning with white holding the rope so tight. The slightest shake of the ropes made me flinch. Suddenly my shoes felt like they were 100 pounds on my feet. This was the last this i would be doing if I wasn't on Malaysia Week. This high ropes course pushed me outside my comfort zone and the end of it seem longer then it did 5 minutes ago. I kept my eyes strait on the strip of wood that would be my next step. This small piece of wood hanging by more rope, seemed smaller and weaker as if it would not be able to support me. I was trying to just focus on my next step that would bring me closer to the finish. With one jump to the next plank of wood I was almost there.

I knew that my last step would defiantly be something I would remember, completing a high ropes course would never be something I would think about if I was not on Malaysia week. This activity allowed me to do something that pushed me outside my comfort zone and it was something that was really fun. At the end I was glad that I tried the high ropes course and didn't give up.

Champagne Anyone?

The days leading up to new-year past in a blur. I don’t really know why I love new-year so much. Perhaps it is the fireworks exploding with colorful lights, or every ones exiting faces counting down the numbers waiting for a brand new year. Or maybe I just loved our friend’s passed memories in their year that was passing so quickly. But this year our house would be filled with people watching the fireworks shouting “happy new-year!” We lived very close to the Petronius Towers and it was easy to see the fireworks from or balcony. 4 hours, 3 hours, 2 hours, 1 hour! I couldn’t wait. I guess my mom became a little annoyed with me after I started to ask her what time it was every 30 minutes.

Finally it was time to head to the the balcony. Sadly this year they had no count down. So that took away a little fun out of the new-year. We were all talking and laughing together and we all turned our heads quickly to the first sound of the very first firework. I remember what color it was too. Bright red, or was it yellow? Blue? Okay. I don’t remember at all. I fell a bit sad though when it ended because I would have to wait a whole year before new-year again. I thought that this had been the quickest year I had ever lived. Everything went by so quickly. And sometimes I wished I could go back and live that one day that was so fun or so exiting.

12:01. January 1, 2009, goodbye 2008. I knew it would be annoying writing 09 on my paper for classes because I was so used to 08. And that it would be annoying erasing 08 and writing 09. The year that I had loved so much was gone. But I knew I would have to make the most of my year of 2009. This brings me to my new-year’s resolution. To make the most of my year, and live everyday like it was my last.