Sailing Clinic: Sail w Us
After much planning and confusion, Bernard and I successfully organised “Sail w Us”. This time we targetted experienced sailors and new sailors as well and we capped the number at 30 so that everyone will have fun in a small group. We got Tracey again, an ex- Olympic sailor who scares Kaixiang still, she was helpful and great with the participants (and still screams alot). The sailors gather for a short theory and after that they were dispatched to rig the boats, sail, play games, play poker and a enjoy a sumptious buffet dinner. We had damn lot of foreign students this time – Ziyang thinks that we should rename the club to NUS Expats Sailing Club. Haha.
August 30, 2007
August 30, 2007
And now for the credits. Thank you very much to Ziyang for rushing down to Changi all the fricking way from SGH after clinicals, bringing along poker chips, cards and his typical toots funniness. Thank you for entertainig the participants with your gambling den, pissing off Max with the Singaporean Bo Chap way of playing poker. Haha. Really thankful and grateful for the effort.
And an even bigger thanks to Sean Kong who has only one vice, Johnny Walker (seriously ALMOST vice-less). Thank you so much for always being there to support and philosophize. Thank you for helping out without hesitation for all the events. Thank you for all the fun sailing experiences because you are retarded. Thank you for not caring about the safety of my participants and keep making them land in the water. Thank you for your lifesaving expertise that you might save them back again. Thank you for being shameless and funny. Thank you for making me laugh at you.
Ziyang and I were feeling sad and inferior to the sheer ‘longitude’ of the caucasians.
August 29, 2007
Haven’t written anything real on this blog for some time, because I have been substituting it with the cheapskate option of ’spamming’ it with pictures (according to the ‘cool’ lingo of my sister).
Many paradigm shifts. Experienced many disappointing moments and had the need to grab onto comforting friendships. Such emotionally draining moments when frustration and the need to cry rages against the want to laugh and be happy. Watching people going through it was just as enlightening, almost like a mirror reflecting my flaws and options.
But I am thankful. Really am. I am blessed with plenty- with God, with good friends who became brothers and sisters and a supportive family (my father volunteered to replace my cranky Acer – supporting in action. haha).








