Yes, this talk is three years overdue. I'm the queen of backlogs a late bloomer, what can I say? ;-)
In January of 2009, we went on a Macau-HK tour and the highlight of the trip for me was the Skywalk. Below is a video my sister took as they watched me behind the glass barrier. This was from an era where I weighed only 80 pounds. I think, if not for the harness, the wind really could've blown me away. =P Watch at your own risk!
We - my sister, aunt, and I - were part of a tour group. And I remember that when our guide asked if anyone wanted to try the Skywalk or the bungee jump, no one raised their hand except me. Initially, I wanted to bungee jump. But they had a weight requirement. I guess, in my 80-pound frame, I would have dangled from left to right instead of dropped when I jumped! Haha. And so the only alternative was the Skywalk. Don't worry, Macau Tower, I'll be back to bungee jump. I'm waaaaay heavier than your required weight now. =P
It was just a one time thing---me being that skinny. This was from what I call the Dark Ages. :)))) It was my first break-up and it was just one of those times when you want to try out something new. I don't know why exactly. Perhaps it was out of an overwhelming desire to have a really good, new experience that will replace bad ones / terrible memories. And although the pain back then seemed intolerable, I remember that even in those few minutes that I was doing the Skywalk, I felt relieved. There was a sense of freedom. As though stepping out into the outer-rim meant leaving the hurt behind. And for a few minutes, I was okay and the pain was far away. Naks, emo! Hahaha.
Yes, I do laugh at how silly it all seems now. If you asked me back then in Macau if I'd be laughing about it all after three years, I would've dragged you to the tower and pushed you off. =P It all feels liberating now, being able to genuinely laugh at it. But back then, it didn't feel like it was going to pass. So please excuse my emaciated look---had to learn the hard way. Haha! Like everyone who was going through an emotional struggle for the first time, I just couldn't make my relationship with food work out. :P







Okay, technically, the photos and the video did the talking for me. But I gave you heart, peoplez! Heart! Hahahaha. The Skywalk was definitely a life event (Thank you, Facebook, for the term.). It was exciting and scary and way too intense for the petite heartbroken girl from the province. But it was also a moment's release. It did a lot for my recovery---hearing praises from the people in my tour group, having them call me brave.. It was what I needed to realize. That even during that time when I was so broken and emotionally bruised, I was brave enough to step out of my comfort zone and (even if I was scared shitless) do something eXtraordinary, something other people were afraid to do---something even I myself was afraid to do. :) I really wanted to bungee jump (Kasi I never want to rebound, I want to fall. =P) but I guess it wasn't time yet. For the meantime, I had to do the skywalk, one foot in front of the other, one step at a time. ;-)
Eventually, I got over the phase when I was stick thin and my cheeks were hollow and my smiles were empty. Today, I'm just fatty. Hahahaha! And I hahahaha a lot. Hahahaha. =P
Yes, segue! I just really wanted to transition smoothly onto this one. :))) Watch out for my next update on the PHP event. ;-)
P.S.
I missed blogging! (Maybe sometime next month, I will blog about my semi hiatus, too... both here and on Facebook. For now, I make mini life updates via Twitter. =P)
In January of 2009, we went on a Macau-HK tour and the highlight of the trip for me was the Skywalk. Below is a video my sister took as they watched me behind the glass barrier. This was from an era where I weighed only 80 pounds. I think, if not for the harness, the wind really could've blown me away. =P Watch at your own risk!
We - my sister, aunt, and I - were part of a tour group. And I remember that when our guide asked if anyone wanted to try the Skywalk or the bungee jump, no one raised their hand except me. Initially, I wanted to bungee jump. But they had a weight requirement. I guess, in my 80-pound frame, I would have dangled from left to right instead of dropped when I jumped! Haha. And so the only alternative was the Skywalk. Don't worry, Macau Tower, I'll be back to bungee jump. I'm waaaaay heavier than your required weight now. =P
It was just a one time thing---me being that skinny. This was from what I call the Dark Ages. :)))) It was my first break-up and it was just one of those times when you want to try out something new. I don't know why exactly. Perhaps it was out of an overwhelming desire to have a really good, new experience that will replace bad ones / terrible memories. And although the pain back then seemed intolerable, I remember that even in those few minutes that I was doing the Skywalk, I felt relieved. There was a sense of freedom. As though stepping out into the outer-rim meant leaving the hurt behind. And for a few minutes, I was okay and the pain was far away. Naks, emo! Hahaha.
Yes, I do laugh at how silly it all seems now. If you asked me back then in Macau if I'd be laughing about it all after three years, I would've dragged you to the tower and pushed you off. =P It all feels liberating now, being able to genuinely laugh at it. But back then, it didn't feel like it was going to pass. So please excuse my emaciated look---had to learn the hard way. Haha! Like everyone who was going through an emotional struggle for the first time, I just couldn't make my relationship with food work out. :P







Okay, technically, the photos and the video did the talking for me. But I gave you heart, peoplez! Heart! Hahahaha. The Skywalk was definitely a life event (Thank you, Facebook, for the term.). It was exciting and scary and way too intense for the petite heartbroken girl from the province. But it was also a moment's release. It did a lot for my recovery---hearing praises from the people in my tour group, having them call me brave.. It was what I needed to realize. That even during that time when I was so broken and emotionally bruised, I was brave enough to step out of my comfort zone and (even if I was scared shitless) do something eXtraordinary, something other people were afraid to do---something even I myself was afraid to do. :) I really wanted to bungee jump (Kasi I never want to rebound, I want to fall. =P) but I guess it wasn't time yet. For the meantime, I had to do the skywalk, one foot in front of the other, one step at a time. ;-)
Eventually, I got over the phase when I was stick thin and my cheeks were hollow and my smiles were empty. Today, I'm just fatty. Hahahaha! And I hahahaha a lot. Hahahaha. =P
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P.S.
I missed blogging! (Maybe sometime next month, I will blog about my semi hiatus, too... both here and on Facebook. For now, I make mini life updates via Twitter. =P)






