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Tuesday, May 18, 2004

i miss the times we had.
talking to you two on sat got me reminiscing.

greg,cai,dahui,ben,zhen,zhang,gerard,martin,terence
toh,roy,john,nick,wombat,jeanie,fengyang,zhiyong among others
uncle koh,uncle edwin,uncle francis
ben the repair uncle who puts down his tools whenever the wind hits, and go windsurf
the soccer table at noss, the pool table at csc
our swing from the trees, our fish catching escapades with our t-shirts as nets
the pool at csc where we'll just jump in after trg
towing to loyang and ubin with the long orange towing rope
really long debriefs by you know who and uncle yogi
liang lao shi
the new zealand trip which i had so much fun
snatching of tube holes to leave our sails hanging rather than unrigging
arriving at the club real early to rig and then play
soccer after trainings
very very cold showers at noss
and amazement of the nice-ness of toilets at csc the very first time
oh and the really run down shack of safyc way way before it got the new clubhouse
our annual opti camps
or our national squad camp?
jacob
grand opening of nsc
sailing between clubs rather than transporting by land!!
our talks by the breakwater
our songs that we sang
dirty jokes or speech filled w sexual connotation
burping!
the crazy year when we sailed the storm before nationals and got so tired.
cringing at the sight of you know who in his v tiny trunks *gosh*
rolling of sails, fighting for the hose, flipping of boats, taking them down
rushing for trolleys!
swimming or rather splashing ard on windless days
swimming out for training on windless days!
after training dinners, uncle koh you treating?
lifts from uncle koh
i could go on and on and on and on

i miss the days where i look forward to weekends of sailing under the sun, and the amazing company of the people whom i so miss today.
we should have a party!! just like the ol' times, how can i forget the parties?

my kid is so gonna sail. but first, swimming lessons.

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