Rowing this morning. Two baby boats for pacing after a 2.4km run.

Its really damn shiok rowing in a boat of damn awesome rowers.

Saw the nyp mixed boat go up one set.

Coach let out a soft but impressed "Hwah."

"What team is that?" Someone asked.

"NYP. Came an answer from the other boat."

Couldn't help but grin with pride.


And we saw an old familiar face. Alumni ex cap of nyp and safsa, Chestor. We've never talked much. When I entered the team in my first year, he was but a newly graduated alumni coming back to help out the team for a couple of trainings before he would dissapear into national service and we would soon find out he was rowing with safsa.

There was once when he came back to school to have a look at our recruitment drive. He wanted to work out so I opened the weights room and we did some weight training. It was my chance to try to follow this grand senior for his weights session. And did I get the shock of my life. Very heavy. haha.

I was intent on doing the same weightage as him. And he politely aided me when I was struggling. It was then when we slowly begun to converse upon subjects related to training, to ns.

Ironic that my camp will be right behind nyp. Seperated only by a thin fence.

I long for the days when I was still studying in school. Following tianhong around for secret training in school. Dying during his 10 set of 10 pullups routine, the running, the weights, the swimming.

And now it seems I have yet to walk in his shadow again. He was a scout also. Maybe I've still yet to overtake him. Is it even possible?

He gave an interesting insight yesterday.

"Its like dragonboat. At first everyone suffers like hell and says they cannot make it. But in the end when they look back. It was fun. Same for scout la."

I know my heart can only be in one place at a time. As long as I'm on course and cannot row for safsa I need to bring my heart back for scout training. Or I'll never be happy. But once I do get out, what a happy day that will be.

I finally managed to pull myself out and look at things with my usual analytical perspective. Its always more difficult when you're the one in the mess, anyway.

Psyche up.



This will be the last entry till Friday or Saturday.

Been working on something, too, thanks to someone.

http://www.reubenkee.com/music/singles/A%20Piece%20Of%20Heaven.mp3

There's always a piece of heaven out there waiting for you. When you find solace in it, maybe you can see a little bit of heaven in everything.

So long,

Farewell,

Good night.

'Scout Troopers never let you down, yah!'