it's damn hot today- and i had canoeing prac in the morning. arrived at the bus stop outside my house just in time to miss the bus, and i got all worried that i'd be late and die a miserable death at the hands of the canoe j2s. but the next one came along after a bit, and i discovered that my senior was on it. and that was good. and neither was i late. :] then liwei came rushing up to me all flustered and complaining that she hadn't worn shoes and that she'd seen this j2 wearing running shoes and what would happen if we had to go running as she had slippers on. well it turned out that we didn't have to run after training. no cool-down! which was great, since in njcanoeing terminology, a cool-down is a euphemism for a Run On Sheares Bridge.

my first time handling a T1 today, which is a single-seater canoe, and i promptly capsized near the police coast guard area after wobbling around a bit. luckily my nice senior helped to right the boat quickly and i got the hang of balancing the canoe after going back to shore and readjusting the footrest further, which seemed to have been a major contributing factor to my imbalanced state. i mean, the canoe's. to my relief, i wasn't the only j1 who'd capsized. practically all the other j1s did too, and some, multiple times. :þ and i shan't embarass anyone here either.


Anthem for Doomed Youth
Wilfred Owen
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,--
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.


i quite like war poetry- ever since i scored 21 out of 25 in a war poetry assignment waaaaaay back in sec2 -haha- and i'm pretty glad that we're revisiting it, well at least certain poems, in nj e.lit. cool.

yeah hiphop lessons are tomorrow! how cool is that. hopefully i learn something eh. haha.