Here is what I saw when NUS Sports Club 27th MC sent out their email notification for an upcoming Sea Sports Camp.
"Ever wondered why Wakeboarders looked like they were on top of the
world despite being dragged ridiculously across the water by a
speeding motorboat?"
"Can't figure out why Windsurfers would spend all day at sea tugging
at a silly-looking piece of sail?"
"Ever queried if Canoeists were all about brawns and nothing about
skill?"
"Or that Sailors really can't be exerting much strength by seating on
their boats all day?"
world despite being dragged ridiculously across the water by a
speeding motorboat?"
"Can't figure out why Windsurfers would spend all day at sea tugging
at a silly-looking piece of sail?"
"Ever queried if Canoeists were all about brawns and nothing about
skill?"
"Or that Sailors really can't be exerting much strength by seating on
their boats all day?"
Those non-seasports organizers are really asking for it. "dragged ridiculously", "silly-looking piece of sail", "brawns and no skills" and "can't be exerting much strength" are degaratory terms - really insulting to avid seasports lovers. Take it from someone who's from wakeboarding - I certainly do not look RIDICULOUS being dragged around by an X-Star - yes, you know what I mean. I am not impressed.
It is plenty of angst and frustration these days as assignments pile up, final projects on the roll and setting up a new place. I have been reminded incessantly that my cynicism will be my downfall in days to come - what do you people know, you people who are idealists of love and romance - when nobody realizes my cynicism is a shield from anything that would harm the tender heart strings. I cannot seem to lose the weight I have gained over CNY (those damn two tubs of pineapple tarts) despite so much running. Sleep is never enough these days anymore - the last time I woke up without an alarm was CNY period as well. The last time I woke up without an alarm before CNY was....damn, when was it?
Perpetually sleepy. Permanently disgruntled.
Between obligations and occassional stirrings of the heart, I don't know which to listen to anymore.
Ambiguous and purposely confusing, I observe the repercussions I create.
This is crazy. I need to write, I need to ride. Things are much simpler on paper and in water.
It is plenty of angst and frustration these days as assignments pile up, final projects on the roll and setting up a new place. I have been reminded incessantly that my cynicism will be my downfall in days to come - what do you people know, you people who are idealists of love and romance - when nobody realizes my cynicism is a shield from anything that would harm the tender heart strings. I cannot seem to lose the weight I have gained over CNY (those damn two tubs of pineapple tarts) despite so much running. Sleep is never enough these days anymore - the last time I woke up without an alarm was CNY period as well. The last time I woke up without an alarm before CNY was....damn, when was it?
Perpetually sleepy. Permanently disgruntled.
Between obligations and occassional stirrings of the heart, I don't know which to listen to anymore.
Ambiguous and purposely confusing, I observe the repercussions I create.
This is crazy. I need to write, I need to ride. Things are much simpler on paper and in water.