/some more random thoughts/

A few weeks back in the mountainous areas of Hunan, when it was freezing cold and we had to climb the rocky remains of mountains that were ruined deliberately by explosives (not sure of the reason why) to get to the hotel, I thought I was going to die because the ruins were so slippery, so hard to climb.. the freezing cold weather did not help, and I remembered the fear, panic, adrenaline all mixed up and pumping in my veins; I felt hot and cold at the same time (which wasn't exactly the most comfortable feeling in the world)

So I told myself, I could do this. Hey, I wasn't even at the edge of some cliff. Just trying to climb over some ruins, what's so hard about that?

So I did. (Even though I lost my furry artist cap in the process. But I didn't brood over the loss)

I was so proud of myself at that instant. Prouder than I ever was, not even when I received my PSLE results (L O L)

I'm not sure why I felt like I needed to talk about this, but it was just a harrowing experience in general

/edit:/
I will always remember the lady behind me who supported me with her hands because I looked like (and was really) I was going to fall off the slope. I turned, registered her action and at that instant, I was warm.