I’m a half.

We are all individuals; but there comes a time when we fully understand the meaning of a better half; and we realise that we are all individual halves.

I believe in finding the exclusive one, and I do not think it’s wishful thinking at all.

Along the way, people who are not the one comes knocking; they inject sweet excitement into your day. But still, they’re not the one; your eyes have to be wide enough to tell your heart that they’re not, and you should wake up from the mindless indulgence.

Photo courtesy of First Love, Inc

For the days that I wasn’t around

If felt as though I was living in a parallel realm that didn’t involve school work in those 3 days, and they seemed more than 3 days. It wasn’t healthy; because it was paramount indulgence, but well, not complaining. (=

Friday
Met up with this nice lady at NParks office at P.Ubin for our LTB (leadership & teambuilding) project; as well as to catch a few more shots for our booth to attract students for our event.

Fleeting

Answer the call of nature

Such a beautiful detachment from the city we live in; such uncomplicated beauty that people who have spent enough time there are doing their all to prevent it from disappearing.
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Saturday
Updates for NTU Open.

1st Runner up for 4m Category female:
Katherine Kee from SMU!

Haha. Totally unexpected, and feels so damn shiok.

It was a beautiful day; our prayers were answered. Good winds, perfectly clear skies, and managable currents.

Rigging up the sail before the race

Sustenance; racing is insanely draining.

After all the races were done.

Cam whoring, as the guys like to call the thing we were doing

That shiok feeling.

Sunday
hurhur. I am incorrigible.

because I went diving!

Pulau Salu. A group of divers just surfacing after a dive.

Embraced.

Another region of Singapore that is even less regarded. People are all so caught up with living the city life that the city is all they see.
It always despairs me to hear fellow divers chatising the coral reefs of Singapore. It is true that our reefs are definitely uncomparable to other regions, but diving is not all about comparison, isn’t it?

Jitters & Butterflies

Cold fear gripped me as I thought about tomorrow.

It’s the NTU Open (Windsurfing)!

For those who are reading this before 5pm tomorrow, especially between now and 3pm tomorrow, please please please pray for clear skies, good winds and good waves; not strong winds - good winds.

And also, please pray for me to be able to complete the races in time, and that I won’t come in last; because that will be deeply embarassing.

Photos from the previous SIN Open competition

SMU Windsurfers!

bbq at the end of the day

fromleft: bala (he’s really chinese), abu (cos he looks like the monkey from aladdin, i think), and wayne

dawn! windsurfing kaki.

Alright, pray hard.

It’s at night that I think of you

It’s at night that I think of you, as the day robs me of my time to reflect. In this tiny fragment of free time in the day, I decide to write about you. I still miss you; I guess I always will. For the first time, the departure has saddened me so.

It’s at night that I think of you. It will hit me as a sudden revelation that you are not here anymore. Then comes a moment of acceptance, and I think of the 21 years I had with you.

I think of your modest laughter when I say something funny; your benevolent face; the yummy dishes that you used to cook for me. I have not found a substitute for your braised threadfin with ginger – it blew my young, impressionable mind away.

It’s at night that I think of you. I re-live moments; your smell, musky and familiar; your voice, how you call my pet name. I imagine; of how you held me in your arms as a baby. If there was a point in time where I want to go back to the past, I will go back to when I was with you and Lao Chek at the old flat.

It’s at night that I think of you.

There’s a time for everyone

Last night was a boyfriend trouble night. 3 other friends and myself were being twisted, toiled, got our asses kicked and drowned in boyfriend problems. It’s weird, there seems to be a day, or a season where many go through the same problems.

And there’re days where scenarios kept repeating themselves. Like I get:
- All-red-traffic-lights day. Where the ratio of me bumping into green lights as opposed to red lights is 1:10.

- Running-after-public-transport day. Where I just have to run after every buses and mrts that I wanted to board.

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Training was good today, though the wind seemed like it was getting stronger. I was the last one left standing on the board! That is one big feat for me. NTU Open is happening a week from now; let’s hope I can get across the start line and complete the race then.

Go smu windsurfers!

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Went Ubin sometime in the week to recce for a project. It’s an environmental awareness project for one of our modules, needless to say, it was suggested be me. hehheh. The kampong splendour of Ubin never fail to soothe me. Hope no one will take this tiny slice of history away from the face of the world.

Group mates

Please appreciated the limited photos. I’ve spent a grandfatherly long time trying to upload the photos, there’re more but my computer just refuses to upload them.