Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
So errm, a late update. I went for OIP group outing on Friday. Before that, I went bball then rush home then rush there.
When i got to where they were(Marine Bay Bowling or something), I didn't bowl. Hoho, I didnt.
Instead me and Ye oon hung out, trying to do flare and windmill. In front of everyone in and out of the bowling alley.
If that wasn't bad enough, we had to attempt
1. Turtles
2. Locking
3. Airchair- Oh god this was a huge failure
4. A short segment of "WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER"
Fantastic I tell you. And all that was captured under CCTV.
We just finished the whole shitty routine, then were like "Eh lucky dun have CCTV lol."
Then we turned around and saw a CCTV there. Awesome.
Must be some happy day for the security guard.
And back to windmill training for me.
Damn, I'm aggresively performing bad form. I keep having this huge flaw of slamming my hip into the floor instead of being able to "clear" the ground. I'm also supposed to "collapse" my arm while I swing, which IMO required some gayass balance.
Bottomline is, my ass hurts, my hip hurts, my arms hurt, my shoulder hurts, and my ego hurts.
And I'm lovin it.
When i got to where they were(Marine Bay Bowling or something), I didn't bowl. Hoho, I didnt.
Instead me and Ye oon hung out, trying to do flare and windmill. In front of everyone in and out of the bowling alley.
If that wasn't bad enough, we had to attempt
1. Turtles
2. Locking
3. Airchair- Oh god this was a huge failure
4. A short segment of "WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER"
Fantastic I tell you. And all that was captured under CCTV.
We just finished the whole shitty routine, then were like "Eh lucky dun have CCTV lol."
Then we turned around and saw a CCTV there. Awesome.
Must be some happy day for the security guard.
And back to windmill training for me.
Damn, I'm aggresively performing bad form. I keep having this huge flaw of slamming my hip into the floor instead of being able to "clear" the ground. I'm also supposed to "collapse" my arm while I swing, which IMO required some gayass balance.
Bottomline is, my ass hurts, my hip hurts, my arms hurt, my shoulder hurts, and my ego hurts.
And I'm lovin it.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Letting go is...painful. I've let go a few times, but the OIP memories are something that I want to cherish forever. I'll just shut up here. The pictures are mainly taken of our RI group and our student buddies at NTT. Yeah, I was in a hurry, so lots of pictures are screwed up. Oh, and im not very photogenic.
Now that we've gotten the boring stuff outta the way, lets go.
Me and Sun. Really close to her during the time we were there. She's a huge Justin Timberlake fan haha.
Me and Van. She's this really nice girl who actually bothered teaching me the Vietnamese song. Argh, right now I can only remember the first line. Did I mention I'm a slow learner?
The only photo I do not endorse. Fug, I look retarded, gay, and retarded.
Hey, I have no shame, remember?
And proud of it.
Cheap shoes ftw.
Yeah, Trang said that she likes to make puffy faces. Whee.
Huan's pretty cool. Real friendly guy.
Minh, the guy that was with us since day 1, meaning when we reached Hanoi's Airport. Fantastic guy, didn't really interact with him though, and thats something I regret.
Me and Hippie. Man, her voice is awesome. Pwnzor.
Another Trang. Man, its true, there are a lotta Trangs.
Me and Tung. Yeah, he can guitar!
Me and Thuong. She's a little shy, but real friendly.
Don't know much about him. Sobs.
Sian, will conclude in my next few posts. gots more pics.
P.S. I really regret not being able to take a proper photo with Linh. She was the first NTT student I talked to, pretty close to her too, but the pictures that I took was fked up. Damnit.
Now that we've gotten the boring stuff outta the way, lets go.
Me and Sun. Really close to her during the time we were there. She's a huge Justin Timberlake fan haha.
Me and Van. She's this really nice girl who actually bothered teaching me the Vietnamese song. Argh, right now I can only remember the first line. Did I mention I'm a slow learner?
The only photo I do not endorse. Fug, I look retarded, gay, and retarded.
Hey, I have no shame, remember?
And proud of it.
Cheap shoes ftw.
Yeah, Trang said that she likes to make puffy faces. Whee.
Huan's pretty cool. Real friendly guy.
Minh, the guy that was with us since day 1, meaning when we reached Hanoi's Airport. Fantastic guy, didn't really interact with him though, and thats something I regret.
Me and Hippie. Man, her voice is awesome. Pwnzor.
Another Trang. Man, its true, there are a lotta Trangs.
Me and Tung. Yeah, he can guitar!
Me and Thuong. She's a little shy, but real friendly.
Don't know much about him. Sobs.
Sian, will conclude in my next few posts. gots more pics.
P.S. I really regret not being able to take a proper photo with Linh. She was the first NTT student I talked to, pretty close to her too, but the pictures that I took was fked up. Damnit.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
So, its a new day. Anyways, my hair was like cut yesterday, and cut only a little. But heck, it looks better now, and I was planning to cut my hair once more before school starts so, I guess its OK.
And I still remember that I have to learn how to windmill before school re-opens. I admit, I have been going off track- so far I've kinda been learning top rock add ons, swipes, making my six step look not so gay and researching handstand theories.
In the process of learning windmill, I've learnt how to turtle freeze and hanglide freeze. Not very well though.
And my physical limitations are coming into play pretty quickly- my arm is too skinny to even try practising air baby, and too weak to try practising air chair. Need more arm strength for windmill too. Much more.
And so this means...exercise. Damn. I've been slacking way too much, so now need to do more pushups.
I'm just too lazy to do anything these days.
And I still remember that I have to learn how to windmill before school re-opens. I admit, I have been going off track- so far I've kinda been learning top rock add ons, swipes, making my six step look not so gay and researching handstand theories.
In the process of learning windmill, I've learnt how to turtle freeze and hanglide freeze. Not very well though.
And my physical limitations are coming into play pretty quickly- my arm is too skinny to even try practising air baby, and too weak to try practising air chair. Need more arm strength for windmill too. Much more.
And so this means...exercise. Damn. I've been slacking way too much, so now need to do more pushups.
I'm just too lazy to do anything these days.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
I still can't get over Hanoi. In about 7 days, I've had about 4-5 OIP related dreams. Then, I wake up to find that it's all over, and that I have to, in the words of good ol' AC, "deal with it".
I think I finally realised why I didn't cry when I was at the airport. It's because of the trials and expriences that I've gone through this year, which has resulted in one thing- accepting things for what they really are. Sure, this year saw my grades drop, CCA position disintegrate, face problems with friends and such, but somehow I got through it. I'm not boasting, I'm sharing.
And so, I think I've become better friends with letting go. And so, on that fateful day, 24th November, I let go.
But enough about the end. It's time to talk about the beginning. Turn back the pendulum.
......................................................
"Now, remember to take your Vitamin Cs" My mom said, Ms Goh said.
"Eh dude, take your Vitamin Cs ah." Ben Goh, my buddy muttered lazily.
"Dude, you haven't taken the Vitamin Cs yet." Me speaking to myself on the 5th day of OIP. I glanced lazily at the Vitamin Cs. I just couldn't be bothered.
So anyway, OIP started with a magnificient packing splendour. I shall not talk about packing, because it is stupid and boring. Look, I'm being immature!
Anyways, when we got to the airport in Hanoi, I sat next to Daniel, and happily stuck my face out of the window on the trip to NTT. I pulled out my face after 5 minutes.
Lesson 1: Air quality in Vietnam isn't THAT bad, but its not as good as Singapore's. So, I learnt that the hard way- through coughing.
Went to the motel thingy, because it was bleeding late, deposited our stuff, my Roomies were Ye Oon, Firdaus, Ben Goh. Hey, not bad at all.
The air temperature there is awesome. Like Japan's when I went there. Seriously, shiok.
First official day there (because on 10th Nov we reached there at night), met our student buddies, a small group of about 20 plus people around our age who were in charge of basically, interacting with us the most. I was busy being my shy, anti-social self to actually take the initiative to talk to them. Stupid me.
And the whole day there i was feeling damn tired, because me, Ben Goh, Ye Oon and Firdaus decided to have "guy's talk" until 3 plus in the morning. Fantastic guys, we grabbed about 1 plus hour of sleep. But I'm guilty of egging you guys on...haha.
Third day, I burst out from being a shy asshole, and instead become more outgoing.
By the 7th Day, I had no shame. I was my usual self, except that both ends of my emotional spectrum were being pushed to the limit, I could be incredibly emo and incredibly high.
Did i mention that during their school carnival on Sunday, I knelt down in the middle of the road in front of the whole school in an angst filled pose? Nah, I probably didn't. No, there wasn't a girl involved. For the better or the worse?
So, having no shame meant that I actively talked to anyone I saw, with the exception of people from class observation. Seriously, I felt damn bad talking to them during class ob because it meant that I was distracting them from their lesson. Even if them was a group of cute girls, I held back. Hoho. Yes, I shall go rot in a corner for placing studies in front of soial life.
A major highlight was the High School Musical performance. I suddenly lost my ability to do Helicopter, one of the skills in my freestyle, so I seriously panicked in the 5th and 6th day (7th day was our performance). Meh, but I managed to replace it with a fugly handstand. Good god, I thank Lady Luck that I didn't fall on my ass when freestyling in front of the school.
To sum it up, it was fun. We visited tourist attractions, planned activities together, but what stuck me most was the bonding. A month spent working together intensively can really build relationships.
Still deliberating over the pictures haha. Will decide soon.
I think I finally realised why I didn't cry when I was at the airport. It's because of the trials and expriences that I've gone through this year, which has resulted in one thing- accepting things for what they really are. Sure, this year saw my grades drop, CCA position disintegrate, face problems with friends and such, but somehow I got through it. I'm not boasting, I'm sharing.
And so, I think I've become better friends with letting go. And so, on that fateful day, 24th November, I let go.
But enough about the end. It's time to talk about the beginning. Turn back the pendulum.
......................................................
"Now, remember to take your Vitamin Cs" My mom said, Ms Goh said.
"Eh dude, take your Vitamin Cs ah." Ben Goh, my buddy muttered lazily.
"Dude, you haven't taken the Vitamin Cs yet." Me speaking to myself on the 5th day of OIP. I glanced lazily at the Vitamin Cs. I just couldn't be bothered.
So anyway, OIP started with a magnificient packing splendour. I shall not talk about packing, because it is stupid and boring. Look, I'm being immature!
Anyways, when we got to the airport in Hanoi, I sat next to Daniel, and happily stuck my face out of the window on the trip to NTT. I pulled out my face after 5 minutes.
Lesson 1: Air quality in Vietnam isn't THAT bad, but its not as good as Singapore's. So, I learnt that the hard way- through coughing.
Went to the motel thingy, because it was bleeding late, deposited our stuff, my Roomies were Ye Oon, Firdaus, Ben Goh. Hey, not bad at all.
The air temperature there is awesome. Like Japan's when I went there. Seriously, shiok.
First official day there (because on 10th Nov we reached there at night), met our student buddies, a small group of about 20 plus people around our age who were in charge of basically, interacting with us the most. I was busy being my shy, anti-social self to actually take the initiative to talk to them. Stupid me.
And the whole day there i was feeling damn tired, because me, Ben Goh, Ye Oon and Firdaus decided to have "guy's talk" until 3 plus in the morning. Fantastic guys, we grabbed about 1 plus hour of sleep. But I'm guilty of egging you guys on...haha.
Third day, I burst out from being a shy asshole, and instead become more outgoing.
By the 7th Day, I had no shame. I was my usual self, except that both ends of my emotional spectrum were being pushed to the limit, I could be incredibly emo and incredibly high.
Did i mention that during their school carnival on Sunday, I knelt down in the middle of the road in front of the whole school in an angst filled pose? Nah, I probably didn't. No, there wasn't a girl involved. For the better or the worse?
So, having no shame meant that I actively talked to anyone I saw, with the exception of people from class observation. Seriously, I felt damn bad talking to them during class ob because it meant that I was distracting them from their lesson. Even if them was a group of cute girls, I held back. Hoho. Yes, I shall go rot in a corner for placing studies in front of soial life.
A major highlight was the High School Musical performance. I suddenly lost my ability to do Helicopter, one of the skills in my freestyle, so I seriously panicked in the 5th and 6th day (7th day was our performance). Meh, but I managed to replace it with a fugly handstand. Good god, I thank Lady Luck that I didn't fall on my ass when freestyling in front of the school.
To sum it up, it was fun. We visited tourist attractions, planned activities together, but what stuck me most was the bonding. A month spent working together intensively can really build relationships.
Still deliberating over the pictures haha. Will decide soon.
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