Then, I went parasailing. I was so eager and so scared at the same time. But learning from my first New York trip experience, I shouldn't let fear stop me from doing what I want. I closed my eyes, counted to 10, and before I opened my eyes, I was already up there. 

If the tour guide didn't remind me of time, I could do it all day long. I'm the type of person when I want to do something; I'll go all the way. It includes having fun. That's why my boyfriend didn't seem to be surprised when he heard me saying "I want to go surfing". Five minutes later, I hired an instructor and hit the beach. It was my very first time surfing. I fell quite a number of times and repeated the process approximately 100 times. It was unfortunate that my instructor could only speak a little English, like "OK", "Again" and "Up" (lolz). I learned it all by myself, through many times of falling. I figured that surfing is somehow similar to dancing. It's all about closed knees, relaxed shoulders, centered bodyweight, and stable balancing. Twenty minutes later, I started to know what surfing feels like.