Barclays!

Working at Barclays Open has its perks.

Whambamawesome scrumptious food for every meal.

Totally cute and adorable kids from every single possible country in the world.

Not to mention the countless event models to coughoglecough at x:

HEY GUYS,

Dont go around rolling your eyes and pretend you dont know what that means.

hahaha.

Barclays will end on Sunday and thereafter I’ll be out to Malaysia till the 12th of Nov. Workworkwoooork!

Friends have been asking why the hectic schedule and I responded that it was all for the Aust trip I’ve in mind at the end of the year.

True?

Maybe.

Burying myself with work so that sleep will come easier at night sounds much more convincing to me.

OH WELLLL.

In any case, I was greeted with a familiar scent of perfume/EDT whilst I was rushing around the golf course and for a moment I stood stunned by the familiarity and the sudden influx of nostalgic memories.

I vividly recalled myself standing rooted to the ground and smiling.

Oblivious to the crowd cheering for their golfers and weird stares given by the people around me.

Thankyou once again.

Hope you’re doing well (:

busybusybusyyyyy!

Pardon me for the lack of updates because Xinru/Trainer Froggy/Trainer X has been busybusybusy!

WHY?

Because I seriously dont wanna survive on bread every single day when I’m out at Aust.

AND

I’ve gotta get my Canon 500D before I head over too!

AND YES FRIENDS,

Dont bother to get me presents.

I know the frustration and pain when it comes to selection and making payment.

It has been a looooong year for many and cashflow isnt exactly that smooth either with the amount of birthdays we have to attend this year. hahaha

ANYWAY,

If you really want to get me something,

I would seriously appreciate a personalised item of your choice that is hole-proof on your wallets.

A card, a heartfelt note..

Whatever.

Skydiving here i coooome!

(:

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God?

Food for thought (:

them.

3 years into running camps and I’m still amazed by what this profession has to offer.

Every camp is a brand new experience because ultimately we’re dealing with humans.

Including the teachers.

It is a learning journey for both campers and trainers/instructors.

And I try my best to have a beginner’s mindset towards everything so as to be more receptive to what Mother Nature has to offer.

(I learned it the hard way when complacency took over )

More often then not I emerge a better person(minus the eye-bags due to lack of sleep) at the end of each camp.

But many a times it’ll only take a specific incident to negate away all the merits gained from the camp.

From whom and what you ask?

Campers?

Nahhh, kids will always be kids (:

Trainers?

I would like to belief trainers are all a special bunch of people in their own rights (: (:

(MINUS all the horror incidents.)

So it’s neither the campers nor the trainers…

Which brings us to the conclusion that…

YUP,

its an open secret.

I’ve met them and 9 out of 10 times I left depressed and dejected by the prospects of Singapore’s future.

bleak and gloomy

Pessimistic.

Yet it is the 10% minority that gave me hope and renewed faith that things for the people-still-at-school will be for the better.

It gave me new meaning towards passion towards a specific profession.

It gave me new insight towards the definition of being a them.

It made me look at them in a different light.

For better or for worse.

On a side note,

Xinru will be off (what’s new) for a week long camp together with this Polytechnic situated right beside Dover Mrt Station.

9 hours of bus ride to and fro once again.

Bless my butt.

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Ready? Set? Goooo!

All set and ready to goooooo!

My one and only birthday trip initiated by myself thus far (:

(NB – it is NOT a celebration. More of a sabbatical)

Revisiting Down Under once again.

Living out from my backpack.

Jumping out from the aeroplane.

Things are mostly the same when it comes to 21st birthday celebrations this year.

Chalets, BBQs, Themed Parties, Clubbing…

Guess most 1988s will understand what I’m trying to put across.

At the end of the day, it all boils down to the fact that I want to do something different.

And not trouble my friends to go through the hassle of buying presents and celebration.

Or rather, I’m just running away from all the fuss and hype surrounding the big 21.

Who cares. Period.

(what’s there to celebrate about entering adulthood anyway?!)

A simple memory of me flashing across a friend’s mind is suffice.

What comes into your mind when my name is mentioned?

Which most vivid memory of me will you be re-visiting?

A favour,

Readers -

Take 5 minutes and think back about Me and the 2 questions I asked (:

If possible, do pen it down on the My Comments section.

If Not?

Wellllll, nothing is going to happen anyway.

Not that I’m going to crawl out of your TV and start jumping on you.

hahaha.

Cheers!

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Ipoh.

Destination:

Perak, Gopeng, Ipoh

Activities:

Exploring Gua Tempurung,

Abseiling down Ulu Geruntum,

Whitewater down Sungei Kampar

Food hunting galore at Ipoh

Cheap 40RM/hour massage.

Falling sick.

Accommodations:

MY Gopeng Resort, Hotel Excelsior

Main Learning Point of this trip:

Never be overly confident and complacent.

Because that will only lead to accidents/injuries.

I learnt it the hard way personally.

Slapped right in the face by Mother Nature huh.

Yet another day as an Outdoor Instructor (:

Sick.

Falling sick when you’re overseas is no kidding matter.

Especially when the bus journey back was 9+ arduous hours long.

OH WELL,

Maybe its a sign i should take things slow and easy for a couple of days.

Will do a proper update when I get better (: