the last stretch
part of me yearns for the days when i can finally be lazy. wake up late on saturday mornings, eat without too much concern for my diets, slack after school at home or with my gf.. that part yearns for next friday night, and saturday where all havoc is wrecked at dinner, post dinner activities, booze, tequila shots, brandon's house and hotel suites.
yet
part of me want to go at it every moment the last stretch in the hope of making every second last, every second as i stand a raffles canoeist, or specifically a raffles canoer. that part overwhelmingly dreads the day when i finally have to shed that tag in name and watch the next batch go at it. part of me looks back at the days when i was at the pullup bar with everybody, at the countless bridge games, high stakes dai dee, shaun ho, numerous runs, weights sessions, and the hearty characteristic laugh of every single canoeist. this time last year i looked at the seniors at the milo party and wondered how long it'll be till my own milo party. well its coming up this monday. what to make of it?
i know i'll cry after i row my last race in my little red boat, rouge, bloody mary, or whatever you wish to call it. names do not matter, but its the experience of rowing that boat solely for the past year.
on friday i want to taupok everybody and be taupoked. i want to do the gay stuff like lug zonghan along as he holds on to my boat, do silly things like race 30 strokes and laugh in glee and happiness.. do everything. i want to nip michael, nip dasheng's unnippable tits, i want to soak in those brown waters one last time, i want to cap in a t2 with everybody. BUT i dont want friday to come.
it has been a fantastic experience 03/04. we're raffles canoers. we're different from the raffles canoeists that preceded us and will follow, but something definitely remains the same, and will always throughout all the canoeing batches.
yet
part of me want to go at it every moment the last stretch in the hope of making every second last, every second as i stand a raffles canoeist, or specifically a raffles canoer. that part overwhelmingly dreads the day when i finally have to shed that tag in name and watch the next batch go at it. part of me looks back at the days when i was at the pullup bar with everybody, at the countless bridge games, high stakes dai dee, shaun ho, numerous runs, weights sessions, and the hearty characteristic laugh of every single canoeist. this time last year i looked at the seniors at the milo party and wondered how long it'll be till my own milo party. well its coming up this monday. what to make of it?
i know i'll cry after i row my last race in my little red boat, rouge, bloody mary, or whatever you wish to call it. names do not matter, but its the experience of rowing that boat solely for the past year.
on friday i want to taupok everybody and be taupoked. i want to do the gay stuff like lug zonghan along as he holds on to my boat, do silly things like race 30 strokes and laugh in glee and happiness.. do everything. i want to nip michael, nip dasheng's unnippable tits, i want to soak in those brown waters one last time, i want to cap in a t2 with everybody. BUT i dont want friday to come.
it has been a fantastic experience 03/04. we're raffles canoers. we're different from the raffles canoeists that preceded us and will follow, but something definitely remains the same, and will always throughout all the canoeing batches.