Recordings of the week

This week was madness…I shall tell you why…
1. Cross country…I came in place 167 a small improvement from 176 last year…AND i forgot to time myself. I set my watch to the track mode already but I forgot to start, better than last year forgot to stop the timing…Crazy shit…
 
2.After cross country went to pris’ house to play mahjong. I think I’m getting better but I bet by next year I’ll forget everything. Only get to play during new year time…
 
3. Gi-fish didn’t come to school which means no ironman!!! SALVATION! We ended up watching a movie about navy seals. Crazy buggers do 500 push ups and 500 situps as punishment…siao liao…
 
4. Sailing pointers for the week. 1. Tighten control lines on the upwind…Indicators: Tighten vang till the boom is equal or less than 90 degress to the mast. Tighten downhaul till the foot of the sail covers around half of the diameter of the boom and tighten/loosen outhaul till the foot is around a palm away from the boom when the sail fills up. 2. KEEP THE BOAT FLAT, nothing more has to be said. 3. Anticipate windshifts and gusts. I got thrown off the boat a few times again on the downwind reason is the control lines and the shifty wind. Wind was shifty today. Must stay alert. 4. NEVER DUMP THE RUDDER. Bad habit of mine…
 
That’s all for the week. Looking forward to SL on monday…
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Class bbq

Shucks…this is an extremely late post. Got so angry with YouWee! till I forgot all about writing about it. SO therefore I shall put my anger aside and relive the moments…
 
It began with shopping at Parkway. There was alot of stuff to buy for the bbq. It was for 05v13, 06v13 AND 07v13…Talk about alot of ppl…So we went around hunting for stuff like ice, hotdogs, drinks and halal marshmallows (Rocky mountains marshmallows aren’t halal because they have pork gelatin in it…What the???) As I always say that there’s a lesson to be learnt from everything. And lesson learnt from shopping was…carrying an icebox with around 10kilos of ice isn’t as easy as it seems…AND Ms Toh’s hypothesis about hearing victorians before seeing them was proven true. I could hear those three clowns a mile away.
 
After lugging the icebox to the bbq pit and changing, I immediately kicked into camper instincts…HUNT FOR WOOD!!! With cui yue’s help I found alot of bark and medium branches but nothing substantial. The fire wouldn’t last long. So after hunting aorund for wood, I then realised how anti-social I was. The other 06v13s were all sitting happily on the jetty screaming hate words to whoever they hated and chatting merrily away. Keith and Kenny were yakking about the marine life or other stuff. The PRCs were sitting at the bbq pit chatting while looking after our belongings. While I was out alone looking for wood to burn. And i realised long ago that no one is as much as a happy camper than I. Everyone seems to hate camps and only i love camping (not psued-camps like NACLI, NACLi camp has a concrete roof over your head and an air conditioner to freeze you to death AND power sockets for you to plug in your portable speaker and blast Jay Chou music in the middle of the night…) So I was doing this in my own interests. How anti-social. However I convinced myself that my campfire later will help bring ppl together. I was wrong of course. But my fire did manage to please a few people. A FEW…
 
So after looking for wood and paying the bbq food deliveryman I wanted to start the fire but there was no grill so I didn’t start the fire. Looking back, I thought that that was a very lame excuse. Couldn’t believe how noob i was…by the time the fire really got going everyone was here and starving…shucks…
 
The 07v13 ppl came at exactly 7 pm. most of them came together. What a show of class unity. I hope it lasts…Haiz…it reminded me of Mr Yang’s question: Does class unity only mean going out together or having activities together? Despair…despair…it seems like the osvotians have misunderstood class unity. Anyway back to the bbq. We had a conspiracy to dunk at least one of the juniors…We already had a failed attempt to dunk christine and Keith already dunked himself so others wouldn’t dunk him. We originally targeted Gwen because she had followed my instructions to come in PE attire…but we changed our target to this guy called Lucas because Cheng Kai said he was from some british institute thingy. So Operation L soon began…After the 07s finished taking their photos we zeroed onto our target.
Zhai Juan: Hi, is your name Lucas?
Lucas: er…yah.
Zhai Juan: Okay, we’re going to dunk you.
Lucas: er…okay….
*Chengkai, Zhai Juan, Donovan and me grabbed him and flung him into the sea. He landed on a sandbar because Cheng Kai’s shoes and long pants got wet therefore we couldn’t throw him in deeper waters. Must have hurt
Donovan: I feel him mon…
 
So back to tending the fire…once the fire was ready we decided to start cooking. I took out a packet of something and MY WORD!!! It was frozen solid!!! We have to let it thaw first…and people were already after the us (the cooks) with plastic forks and paper plates…We did managed to cook some stuff and I gave up cooking…I grabbed two lighters and went over to my bonfire which I had already stacked nicely. All I needed to do was to light the tinder and the whole thing will start burning…Problem: Tinder won’t light…I wondered why, leaves were dry enouogh, they made a cracking sound if you crushed them in your hand…I didnt understand why. Then a non-camper, Kenny, suggested using Jun Han’s deodarant to get the thing going. I unwillingly accepted and Kenny rushed back into the throng of people and returned with the deo. It just wasn’t the camper way…Anyway the makeshift flamethrower did get the fire going…the tinder caught fire and the twigs started to burn, whcih in turn lighted the branches which in turn lighted the larger pieces of wood. The fire was ready…Time to be an anti-social. I sat there admiring my work and enjoying the heat. Pris, Rhoda, Jillian, Sharon and Andrea came over to bask in the campfire’s glory…Hey it’s all natural alright, no kerosene…except for the deo part to get it to light up…I brought over the marshmallows and my poncho. I laid it down and lay on it, looking at the bright stars. What a night… …if only someone were here to enjoy it with me. I got up from my poncho to roast a few marshmallows and soon after it was swarming with girls trying to get some space on the poncho to lie down on and watch the stars(why am i the only one of my gender among the others? I guess they like the fire…lol)…There goes my poncho…Kenny brought some beef over and I ate the whole thing…not without being called a fire trucker…I think he intended to share it with me not let me gobble up the whole thing. I ate little that night, the campfire took away my appetite. It was captivating…A campfire is like a baby, always needing attention. Put in the wrong stuff and poof no fire, put int the right stuff in the wrong manner and it’ll never start…
 
Soon after it was time to wrap up. I was camping at keith’s house today so I had to leave slightly earlier than keith. After burying the coals of my bonfire I gathered my stuff, waved goodbye and began the long trek back to keith’s house…What a night. Lesson learnt from the bbq: ALWYAS start the bbq fire 2 hours before. ALWAYS check your stuff, never know whether it’s frozen or not…And at least my campfire made someone happy. I shall not say who or else dominic might give me a beating. WHoops…I didn’t say anything…
 
 

Blacklisted… …

I think I have tough luck in VJ. Always running into the wrong people at the wrong time… …And there’s always YouWee! on m tail. I got caught again during ironman challenge this week. I was wearing blue shorts to go east caost to swim run cycle etc. because i didn’t have any black shorts left. I had one more but i was saving that for gym. Inductively i knew that if i wear my PE shorts out, it would get wet or dirty therefore I brought another plain shorts to school. Unfortunately it wasn’t black. But hey I wasn’t going to wear it around school was I? So when we were gathering at the grandstand waiting for latecomers to arrive, guess who came along…Then I got another scolding…something about me having discipline problems…something about YouWee! seriously considering to boot me out of national sailing (I wonder how is he going to do that because I’m not a national sailor but he thinking that I am one is quite a morale booster given my experience and fitness level) and other angry stuff. I tried to explain to him but then he forced me to either change or go buy another PE shorts. What the heck? I’m definitely not spending money just because YouWee! wants me to wear PE shorts when I’m not even going to be seen in it 90% of the time. SO I’m going to wear my last pair of PE shorts and if you find the gym seats wet or salty you know who to blame…
 
I got changed soon and all of us were off to ECP. Today was something like a test. 500m swim in 12min30sec. 42 push ups in 2 minutes. 40 sit ups in 2 minutes. 6 pull ups in unlimited time. 2000m run below 9min30sec. I passed everything except the pushups. I did 38 and from then on my arms were buckling already.So near yet so far… But I owned in the swim, I even had time to look back and check out who’s behind. I’m a man of the sea, watch me own…but still i don’t have the good physique and strength, which the others all have.
 
Anyway there was a lesson to be learnt from all this although YouWee! ruined my day. Lesson learnt: YouWee! returns to the PE dept around 2pm after his lessons. STAY AWAY!
 
Geez if I were to write about how I felt that day I think YouWee! can sue me for flaming him online! Discipline problems…i guess it’s all about reader centred approach. He can see what hee (whoops) sees in me but I’m telling you that I don’t have discipline problems, I don’t delibrately break rules, I’m never late for school, I only forgotten to bring my tie once, I always wear the college pin, I don’t disrespect my teachers, and just because you caught me for having "long hair" twice and me wearing blue shorts once you say I have discipline problems??? Fine…I would like to see how you kick me out of national sailing… …
 
To end off on a lighter note…Gi-fish asked us this question after the lesson on thursday: How much is one kg of carrots?
 
I don’t have a heck of a clue but my answer to him was one kg…So I ask you people who have a clean state of mind unlike me on thursday, How much is one kilogram of carrots?

List of events that happened within the past 3 days

Saturday
1. I learnt the true art of being a 420 crew…funny that i only realise it now since my com was over long long time ago…It’s all about trust and communication with the helm. Sailing with Kyne is an interesting experience. And while on the 420 I learnt that:
A gust can either be a lifter or a header. A lifter allows you to point higher while a header will force you to bear away. Lifters and headers can be reversed on a different tack.
 
2. A byte is like a laser. Only smaller (duh)…but handling a laser is much like a byte. After sailing Bird’s laser…handling a byte is…how to say…easier!
 
3. The traveller on the byte works wonders…
 
4. Always tighten the vang and other control lines for MAXIMUM efficiency. Tightening the vang on a 420 could mean whether i could trapeze or not.
 
Sunday
Went to buy new year goodies with me parents on sunday night and here are some of the wacky stuff that happened.
1. You know what is Kueh Boulu? I can’t spell it but it’s the orange puffs that taste like dew from the heavens…Anyway my dad as usual was hunting around for the best Kueh Boulu in Singapore, JB and some say batam but thankfully he was limited by the walls of Bedok NTUC. So my dad went off to hunt for the cheapest and the best kueh boulu while my mom and my grandmother went looking for sweets. And I…the only son or child that was present at Bedok NTUC was given the immense task of being the guardian of the shopping basket which was filled with stuff and thus needed protection from evil outsiders. This made me wonder…why is it kids that get this kind of work. Therefore i came up with a list of stuff you can make your kid, preferably son, do:
– Wait in the car so you don’t have to tear a parking coupon
– Jagar (guard) your shopping trolleys while you go somewhere else
– Fill up NTUC lucky draw coupons while you do sth else in order to stay within the one hour parking time
– stand in a queue while you rush off to get something you’ve forgotten to take.
Geez, so many uses for just one kid. I want one too…lol. And his name shall be Aquila hahaha…
 
Alright so while I was waiting around i picked up a "can" of kueh boulu (u know that kind of transparent plastic container with the red lid). As my policy goes…always check the price tag before looking at the product. I looked at the cap and it read $65. I almost went bonkers…$65 for a 300g can of kueh boulu???!!! (&^%(&(*^$>@>??@*&#^!*&!…. ….i picked up a second can and it read $6.50 what a relief. Stupid typo…
 
 
My eyes are going to drop…I’m nodding off…need…to……sleep…
>>>To be continued
 

A scary incident…

Alright…this course of events was supposed to happen yesterday but due to Functions 3 homework…i couldn’t get it posted in time anyway here it is…I have written in a story format so as not to offend anyone. *coughs really loudly. Actually more like not wanting to be in You Wee!’s baddest of the baddest books. (take note: books = plural. That guy probably has an entire library…) SO here goes…
Bits of info you might need. I hate cutting hair and I just recovered from a cold which I almost died from.
 
Puny the lionfish was swimming to his lessons called the electives and to meet his teacher G-fish. Seeing Puny in a different outfit from the rest, he questioned Puny. Puny replied that he had just recovered from a cold the other day and didn’t want to stretch himself too much YET. Apparently G-fish never falls ill and he later took out a branding iron and branded the name "sick chicken" on his forehead. Very much embarrassed, Puny decided to keep quiet and endure the branding process knowing very well that if he were to go for the exercise he would very much become sick again…
 
However, G-fish did not let Puny off. Seeing that Puny’s barbs were quite long, he asked him why didn’t he reduce his water resistance the other week when he asked Puny to do so. Puny’s reply was that he was too busy. Apparently G-fish was a very free man and he didn’t take busy for an answer. Not long after, toadfish the enforcer walked by. Seeing that puny’s barbs were long he gave another ranting…
 
ARGH I can’t take it anymore!!! What’s wrong with having longER hair…Not long hair but just longer hair!!! You Wee! has some serious hair issues man…Now I purposely cut ultra short…Won’t be a long time before I see him again…

Last words…

I think I’m going to die…I was feeling miserable since Monday. Ever since I got sprayed with female deodarant.
Monday: Sneezing with runny nose and feeling feverish
Tuesday: Sneezing with runny nose and felling feverish AGAIN
*takes panadol cold on tuesday night
Wednesday: No more runny nose but still feeling feverish.
Now after some running and games, I am totally burning from the inside out…And I’m feeling really miserable now…And the thought of Ironman challenge elective tmr is going to kill me…I had gym on tuesday, running and games today and ironman+gym tmr. I AM going to die…seriously. So here are my last words:
I’m going to die…therefore I’m not going to school tmr.

Sail away with a sore calf and a laser radial

My calf still hurts and I still can’t stand straight. Wasn’t planning to sail today anyway. Bad calf = no hiking out = no point sailing. So I was on the motorboat zooming around watching and learning how people sail. Hey you can learn stuff although you’re not on the boat. Then not long later, Mr Yong put me onto Cynthia’s byte and requested me to sail back to shore because she was having some difficulties. Once I got on (Which I really didn’t want to do because I didn’t want to get wet, I wanted to stay on the motorboat and watch how the pros sail and I want the wind in my face whcih u can’t really get on a byte.) I got stuck in irons and I couldn’t get out. Maybe it was due to the extra weight the boat was carrying, we ended up being towed back to shore…And thus ended my motorboat ride. I didn’t know nicole was returning back to shore too so we helped her recover the boat. Nicole and Cynthia went back to eat while I went to the breakwater and watched how the Optis sail. If you’re wondering why a byte/420 sailor would be watching Optimist sailors…it’s simply because if you were to throw them onto a byte…they’d probably be sailing better than me! So watch and learn…humility is of the essence. SO i just stood there and dried myself while watching. Wind was very gusty and some of the instructors were towing the little optis back to shore. At the end of everything, I didn’t learn much except honing my ability to tell where the wind was coming from. Watching Optis are useless. The boats are so different. An Opti is basically a fibreglass box with a daggerboard, a rudder and a sail with three LARGE buoyancy tanks inside the boat. Sheesh. Moral of the story: Don’t watse time watching Optis unless you’re a optisailor too. Well I WAS an Opti sailor nong nong time ago…
 
Alright, here comes the interesting part. All the IPs were already on the shore and dry. We were having our lunch and playing cards after that. Nicole and Cynthia decided to go get bananas (the huge ones) for 80 cents a piece. I almost coughed blood. Uncle Ray is a scammer. Anyway while playing taiti they seriously went bananas. I think it was the bananas giving them a sugar high or something. Evidence:I didn’t eat a banana and I’m perfectly sane, while the two of them ate a banana each and are completely nuts. And I think the fact that they didn’t win a single round of taiti aggravated the situation lol (I’m the Taiti King remember?) I shall recall some part of the convo…
Nicole,"B…A…Bananas!"
Me,"You’re nuts.
Nicole and Cynthia,"No…we’re going Bananas!"
*giggles
Lol anyway here’s a list of stuff they did with the banana(s)
1. They did a "gong xi fa cai" banana with the skin. Nicole has a photo of it so go ask her if you want to know how a banana can do a gong xi fa cai pose.
 
2. They made a laser pico out of the skin and straws. I still think it looks like shi* but when you’re high, anything can look like anything else.
 
3. They made the banana shi*. SHI*! As in verb, they made the banana shit. I can’t find a proper way to explain it…
 
4. They had two bananas so they were singing Bananas in pyjamas song throughout. Lol, B1 and B2
 
5. I can’t think of anymore but I’m damn sure they did other stuff that drove me up the wall.
 
After all the fun and games it was time to back back onto the boat. I was very pleased that I was going back onto the motorboat but rather sad because almost everyone left and there was nothing to watch.
 
>>>To be continued