OBS...again
Saturday, January 21, 2006
hey. i've slept for 11hrs! what a piggy i am. from 0000-1100. my whole body still aches, but much better than yesterday when i woke up in the tent. the sandfly bites and mosquito bites are getting a little better, but still extremely itchy. reminds me of yy's song, huhh.
yesterday's post was looong! it's all about what we did and what challenges we faced and so on. today's post is more about the lasting memories OBS brings me and the emotional journey we went through, as a person, as a watch, as a class, as a mobile.
mobile, as the word suggests, should be a little more tiring than the residential people bah. cos the residential people get to stay in proper beds, with pillows, and catered food. that's what mich, who is residential, told me yesterday on MSN. i guess if i've heard that during the past few days, i would have felt that there's an unfair treatment towards us. the difference between the geography and the history/lit classes. the differences between the gep and non gep classes. and yes, i can think of millions of things to complain about. now, i think mobile is good in it's own way. through all the trekking with our 20-30kg bags, through the cooking and sharing of food. through the tent pitching together and squeezing in a tent with 3-4 others. it was memoriable, it was challenging but what's all without any difficulties? i guess mobile is tiring but really fun. makes us bonded as a class, as a watch, as tentmates.
A ship in harbour is safe, but that is not what ships are built for. --william sheddoh OBS. the turning point in my life, as what yanyee said. there are certainly many highs and lows of obs.
highs:
- night walk. it was really fun, and scary. as my pants brushed again each other, there was this sound made, that sounded like somebody following me. so i sang happy tree friends theme song to myself, trying to relieve the fear in me. it worked. so kudos to happy tree friends creator!
- pitching tents. it was fun and we felt accomplished whenever we managed to pitch a tent or when we managed to find missing spacers or tent pecks. X)
- jetty jump! that was fun too. very exciting. especially some people's 'last words' were extremely funny. like 'i am taller than kenny!'.
- when we saw the camp2 jetty, and when we had finished kayaking on the 4th day, during the sea expedition. mann. i felt so relieved and accomplished. and extremey grateful of the gal from 309 (rowena i think). she must have felt really tired and wanted to give up. i am so so sorry for that. i really am. thank you for tolerating the seasick me.
- trekking! when we've reached the destination. that was like YAY!!! we did it at last! after 3 hours!
- and whenever kenny or mel became really lameee. kenny's lameness really brightened up our otherwise rather depressing life full of hardships. our instructors rock! :)
lows:
- seasickness. gross. i really hate being seasick. i hate being so vulnerable, so helpless.
- the inverse tower challenge. i wanna overcome the fear of heights. i dont hate heights, but i am afraid of heights. i want to get to the top of the inverse tower if i were to have the chance again, and able to walk across the overhead bridge without breaking out cold sweat.
- the tuesday trekking part. it was much worse than the wednesday trekking, maybe because we had not gotten used to it yet. and my shoulders were aching, but i couldn't stop, for fear of toppling down. and i fell down! oh well. nevermind. pain is good. i like pain. but. my pants have a hole now!!! :( my beloved new pants! loll. haha but the falling down gave me renewed strength to carry on till the end. :)
- the last day. it was really sad! we had to leave the island and after the 5 days we've really began to appreciate an adventurous life outside civilization and the experience could last a lifetime. we've gotten so bonded as a group, and we've all grown close our instructors! armstrong rocks and kenny rocks!!! mel and amundsen rocks too! and when we were leaving the island, kenny was like doing the shooing action and we all felt extremely sad. alot of us in our watch cried, and calling kenny's name, saying bye bye to him. then when the boat finally sat off, and we left the jetty, i just cried and cried and cried. so that's it? this is the end? haix. and when the boat past by camp1, the memories of our first day, also on the boat, flooded back. that was when we thought we were going to camp1, but the boat went past camp1 and continued to camp2! camp1 really looks like a resort of some kind. then we saw the inverse tower, and the main building with the hall, and more memories came rushing back. memories of the fun and good times we've spent together. memories of me on the tower, of us in the hall waiting for kenny and mel, of us eating dinner there, of us waiting for the rain to stop to begin our trekking. sighh. we've really grown close to OBS. to the watch. to nature. so i cried again. then when the boat turned and the sign 'OUTWARD BOUND SINGAPORE' sign in camp1 was nothing but some small blurred words in the distance, and when the boat reached the shore of the mainland, reality dawned on me. this is such an anticlimax to such a fabulous journey. we were back in civilization, to the real world.... and hating it. i don't want to be back here. i don't want to be home. i refuse to accept reality. reality sux. i hate reality. i'd rather be in pulau ubin forever and ever, away from urban life. sighh.
The real OBS starts when you reach the mainland. The real journey begins there.I LOVE ARMSTRONG jan16-20. I LOVE MEL AND KENNY. I LOVE 306. WE ROCK!!!
--FIRst Day <33--
1/21/2006 11:09:00 AM
