I feel rather motivated to blog! First of all I'd like to declare that my goal for the weekend is to MAKE SURE I STUDY FOR BIO LECTURE TEST. It's pretty annoyingggggg that I haven't passed any tests this year, either that or I miss the passing mark by a bit. So I'm gonna make sure I mug for bio test this time since I've got a "long weekend"... But "long" is subjective.
Adding one extra day of holiday doesn't make me feel that the weekend is much longer? Are we supposed to accomplish a lot more with one extra day of mugging? It's funny how being in JC changes meanings of words, like "Holiday". We shouldn't call holidays "Holiday" anymore. We should face reality and call it "More Mugging Day(s)", aye? Second of all, I am terribly relieved that SAILING IS OVER. For the record, yeah I admit I kind of miss sailing already, but it's not my fault that I've been sailing for SIX whole long, painful, burdensome, tough, tears-inducing, tiring, and what-have-yous years. Yet I feel grateful to my parents at the same time, for never failing to offer to send me to the sailing centre, pick me up, carry my heavy sailing gears, try to help me rig/unrig my boat, try to understand sailing better, over-react whenever I tell them I had to sail during a storm, or that I capsized and uprighting the damned boat cost me multiple bruises, or that I capsized and got dragged in the water.... Isn't it so touching!!! I remember when I first started sailing, I started with Cordelia. She was really funny and all that but I remember not learning much cause I refused to get into the water. I had my period when I had the sailing course and having your period and getting yourself all wet is not a very fun thing. So I joined another sailing course where I met Hazel, Wen, Weekee and Sergin (Hazel and Wen are in MJC Sailing! But that's not the point). We had super a lot of fun sailing together and I daresay besides TKG Sailing, training with them was also damn fun. So the 5 of us continued sailing for SAF Yacht Club, first in Tiong Jin's topper class (and I remember I hated him as our coach because his hokkien vulgarities seemed infinite), then moving on to Byte Intermediate class together. That was Sec 2. In Sec 3, I moved on to the High Performance squad and I felt miserable cause at that time, the 4 of them hadn't moved up yet. Then like a few weeks later, they moved up AND I WAS ELATED. Although there were numerous quarrels between us, but we managed to resolve them anyhow :D Besides sailing at SAFYC, training with TKG was awesomeeee. Especially when there is Evelyn Chandra (I miss you lah!)!!! Evelyn made sailing a lot more fun because of the way she is. I can't forget how everytime when we recover our boats, while waiting in the water, she'll swim beside me and ask me if I felt that the sea water felt warmer. "Ya, I think so." "That's cause I just pee-ed beside you. So now you're swimming in my pee. Heehee." "OMG EVIL-LYNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!" But sailing is also terrifying. There was once, while sailing at SAFYC, there was a storm and Uncle Tony wanted the HP squad to remain out at sea to wait for the storm to pass. I remember Weekee was just right beside me and I turned around, and turned again. Visibility was so poor I couldn't see her, let alone anyone around me. Besides, the raindrops were like HUMONGOUS, and it was hitting against my skin and I was so scared and terrified cause it felt like I was alone and-what-if-I-get-struck-by-lightning-then-I'll-die, I really wanted to cry! And also when there was this once when the wind was super strong and I was really tired, my arms and legs were like jelly already and I couldn't hike out anymore and I just felt like giving up the race. So stupid me accidentally released my mainsheet and suddenly, my whole body got pushed into the water, and I was dragged by the boat for a while, and then it capsized. But that's not the scariest part. The scariest part was after I capsized, I couldn't free myself cause somehow my feet got entangled with the ropes and I was pushed underwater and I couldn't open my eyes and I felt the boat pushing me down. I kept struggling and talked to God a bit and finally I managed to gasp for air. That was damn scary, can. I'm glad I didn't die from all these stupid mistakes I did! So now that sailing is over, I can finally concentrate on my studies and not be bothered about which boat we need to fix next, who needs sails, who needs duct tape, etc, etc. But I'll still miss sailing, though. 
J1s and J2s 2008
2008!
Openhouse 2008
Hazel, Ariel, Wen
Boys' Interschools Day 2!
Girls' Day 2!
   
Claire's disease-looking bruises
Teeheehee very old SAFYC photos (:
But now it's back to being a Muggeridian, go me! (Isn't it commendable that I actually blogged, and such a long post at that?!) | 
