Sailing CIP

Supposed to meet Fong Peng at Eunos MRT at 730 am, but ended up meeting her at Bedok station 1/2 hrs later. It was raining very heavily and hence I was wondering half the time whether the CIP would be cancelled. Both of us took a taxi to the inaccessible National Sailing Centre, near Carpark G where no buses seem to come. (Note: G was also voted the favourite place in Lifestyle! for couples to make out, because nobody seems to come here, except sailors and sea sports people. Just don't make out too near the sea, there are many dense bushes nearby)

Thankfully, I brought my minuscule umbrella and sheltered the both of us hurriedly to the canteen. Initially thought that the place would be deserted, and had a rude surprise (okay maybe pleasant) when I saw Chorale (which I happily told Raymond later), Sea sports and sailors gathered under one roof. Paid what I owed them and received a complimentary black shirt, which I gratefully changed over. The little children finally came. The Chorale, Sea Sports and sailing people went over to play some icebreaker games, while the two first aiders remained nonchalant. Meanwhile, Mr Lee Chee Keong and Mr Edward Ng were passing the time by lazing at one corner talking. Sometimes Mr Edward would be enthusiastically talking about students, with Mr Lee joining in with much interest, though I could not hear much. Strangely, Mr C.K looked almost the same without his spectacles.

Bonus for avid readers: I.u.h.a.i.j was wearing pink pants, very distinct. You have to be blind not to notice.  Heard a very long time ago from a tape, that physical beauty only last for 3 months the most. What's more important is beyond that; because a person is made up of three parts, the body, soul and spirit. (though sadly the world chooses to emphasise the 1st but ignore the 2nd and the 3rd, hence their marriages are only 1/3 as fulfilling)

Since we were officially not included in any games, we had no choice but to drown ourselves in a sea of books (unless something unfortunate pops up, which we have to render aid.) Was so bored that I studied thermodynamics as a last resort. Which was torturous absorbing new equations. Fong Peng was also doing the same, burying her head in an econs tys.

Lunchtime came. We dared not take the food first, since we really did not do anything. Others who had put in the hard work should have their fill first. It was supposed to be an enrichment camp as well, teaching the young children meaningful skills such as sailing. In the end, it was reduced to soccer, slacking and sailing mostly by sailors only. Was really bored until Charmain came to our table with a bleeding third finger. Using my amateur skills, I managed to stop the bleeding only after using up two sterile gauze, cotton wools and much Dettol. Hoped I had not hurt her too badly, caused she screamed when I tried to wrap the gauze as gently as I could. Finally her finger stopped bleeding, and my 2nd wrap was a much better-looking version that the initial mummified finger. Treated a few abrasions here and there, with people toying with my new First Aid Box, which I adopted from an abandoned looking corner of RJ canteen.

Nearing the end of the day, the Chorale women (sounds strange though, girls sounds nicer) went to the end of a jetty to have a soultalk?latest rumour exchange? I might never know. Girls of the same feather flock together. Meanwhile, I.u.h.i.a.j was constantly "harassed" by the little children under her charge, with them splashing water bombs at her.

Finally, after lazing around and gazing the horizon for 5 hrs++++(lost track of time liao), the CIP ended. For the first time in my 2 years of CIP, I was actually bored at slacking. Left the scene quietly with Fong Peng and took a taxi back to Bedok station.