And fully going on, an amazing week that flew up and again.

Save the fact that A levels looms in the shadows ahead, while we work so hard to try to find a way thru the tunnel. Once set in tracks, there doesnt seem to be an alternate junction to switch. No its not in my mind to want that either.


SAJC tea reception on Wed, a farewell of sorts for our beloved sportsmen of the school. Or so its supposed to be. That short video comprised of our years worth of effort, of team-hood and growth. For every sport team therein, a closure and a handing on.

Coach had us reflect on the meaning behind viewing the video. How hard was it for you, in your years in the sport, to raise a fist and punch the air in triumph? It means a lot hey, because only a select few would get to do it. The euphoria , of even just winning beyond expectations, of reaching a pre-determined goal, and seeing yourself through it. And i guess, there were times i felt that way too. One little moment, one chance to live it.

Yet I find myself at this stage, far from the flaming passion of the sport. The time spend at the books erodes one's conviction if left unattended.



Paddling on saturday served to reassure myself that i would not completely fall away from rowing. Coach's nelos arrival was the perfect excuse for some of us to take the opportunity and find back ourselves at the reservoir. No stress, no limitations , just a boat , a paddle and the boundaries of the reservoir.


Studied somemore after that. Facing the failure of my quest to shed the dependancy on other pple when revising work. Yes its effective and productive to study alone. But sometimes , it gets miserably lonely.. So having someone around, keeps me sane.


Churched again, finally finding back a chance to mix around with people , however short. Makes me feel like a new friend once again, welcomed, treasured and much of interest.
Not that i seek after that , but so long have fell away since JC , not having been active in the events nor attendance in church. Having someone to be mutually accountable in such matters does help.

And hence it was a decision made that long ago, this was where i shall be rooted, whether in sound doctrine or just the church-culture uniqueness to stick to. Because if i was to go to any church on sundays, i might as well be back at my home church, where to some certainty a word is to be received.

If a word from God that could change eternity is to be spoken, then heck , i am not taking the chances and miss out on it.

I think long accepted that fact, that once this thing is done with, sports season is over, the J2s, or if you would call that , the classes of '08, we fade to the background. School for the past weeks were spent in the library, ( cept for that once i ponned and got caught on the way out but got away anyway) , selectively choosing the lessons to go for.

Somehow, the class is getting closer, not in a fact that, thats how much a short hectic JC stay can get us close enough. We're pretty much on our own i guess, some teachers and frens around to get by and then, ultimately the responsibility for keep the pace of revision falls on our own shoulders.

At this start of a new month , barely 2 months from biggest goal of JC life, its time to stop a while and think. Prelims are here i know, but they dont mean a thing compared to the real deal. Just a couple months ago i was entrenched in the trance that all that there was a kayaking showdown come A divs.

Keeping fit was life, attending training was life at its best.


To put it that way, a time for everything in its season.


And now the time is not for that. However much time we spent preparing for our races and everything, its over, seemingly way in the past. (i'm getting fat all over again)


Just for keepsake , all that is happening, to treasure the time we still have together, as schoolmates,classmates teammates wateva. Jc is coming to an end soon. I'm still guilty of not treasuring quality time. It makes even the more worthwhile to think about it. We're not the hotshots we thought we were. Batches come and go, someday, we're all but a beautiful history, both in our and other's minds.

A history worth remembering , a love worth giving.