rollercoaster from hell

been kinda busy this past few days. wanted to write something that happened to me on Saturday but couldn't find the time <-- excuse :p anyway i went to the perth royal show and was rather surprised at the turn out even though it was 6pm in the evening. yalah somebody took their own sweet time... anyway what surprised me even more was that it was so lively even though it was 15 degrees! i was shivering my ass off cos i "accidently" wore 3/4 pants. so first we went to the haunted mansion and the ride was as pathetic as the "mansion". in the middle of laughing at the super fake patung of teradactel (haha.... i dunno how to spell mah), mummies and so on, this dude suddenly said boo and nearly made me jump. recovering immediately i tried taking his picture with my digicam but my flash was too slow. wasted. i nearly got my revenge by blinding him with my flash but looks like it will only happen in my dreams. Unless... next year i fly back to perth from malaysia and i sit the same ride. this time i'll be ready for him... so after wasting money playing carnival games which makes u think is easy but its actually not... a friend who's crazy about rollercoaster dragged me up the mother of all rollercoaster. Now a little history lesson before we continue... i don't like rollercoasters. u might think i'm chicken but some people just can't take it k. so this rollercoaster right... is called "Ranger" which i have no idea why. it should be called the death machine from hell or something like that to warn innocent, unknowing ppl like me that this ride is for the extremist. yeah i'm talking about terrorist. i got on the ride and it started alright. it reminded me of a giant swing going front and then swinging back. i was ok... then it started climbing and i started going upside down. i was like oh my God... i was clinging on to the railing for dear life... my bum practically lifted off the seat. teeth gritted together tighter, I couldn't utter a word cos it was that frightening. i was also worrying about my handphone which was in my pocket dropping few hundred feet to the fall to BERKECAI into millions of pieces. so i had 1 hand on the railing and 1 hand on my pants... hmm.... anyway now there two girls sitting in front of me and they were chatting away about somebody's boyfriend while this was all happening. even when we were upside down! i'm like what's the matter u? u're suppose to be afraid? u suppose to be cliinging on to each other screaming ur lungs out pleading to stop this bloody damn thing. and then when a moan escaped my lips, u had the nerve to look back at me like i was.... well u know... so here i was suspended in mid air with my head pointing straight to the ground wishing with all my might that something will bring an end to this ride or to me when finally the motor of the machine whines down... when i got off i said to myself that i'm never going to get on that ride again even if you had to drag my dead corpse up. even then my soul will come back from the dead and i will kick whoever it is in where it hurts. i was ok for awhile.... and stood with my friends and then i started to sweat... thats when i knew what was coming. i ran to the back and proceeded to puke my dinner of chicken sandwich onto the grass. brr... my hair stands and my stomach clenches just thinking about it. so what have i learned from this incident? its that life is like a rollercoaster. Sometimes you go up sometimes you go down soometimes you go upside down! but you always live through it and life goes on.