Penang is over and June race is ahead! It's a whole different story altogether. From 500m to 800m. It's no longer a case of 'our competitors are very much stronger than us therefore it's ok if we got third'. Now, our competitors are on par with us. So it's all out. War. I hope to feel Penang again. 800m does seem pretty daunting though. Although it's a mere four minutes. I hope that those four minutes will be the most intense, adrenalin-packed, heart-stopping, jaw-dropping, saliva-spilling, pee-inducing, lung-screaming, teeth-gritting, hand-numbing, leg-cramping, tear-jerking, nail-breaking (psst..sarah ching) and most importantly, 'HIGH' set!!!!

Right now, the task at hand is to get over the four minute barrier, let my body get used to it and work at the stroke. Oh man, I can't can't wait to get my stroke right. Don't want to let anyone down, myself included. Lord, please be with me through this. I hope to be able to say that at the end of the day, I have rowed for your glory. Help me not to keep thinking about myself. Help me to think for the team. Help me get out of this 'single child' way of thought. I guess, it's just the way that I was brought up. To fend for myself. To only think about how I can improve and then feel really stressed over it all. Haha. Help me to loosen up!

Who I row for:
God
My Mum and Dad
My partner Hami!
All my other team mates!
My darlin' school
Myself ( it's the learning process you see..)

Hmm... I guess, sometimes, it's not that bad an idea to spiritualise things. Life is more meaningful this way. As long as we don't overdo it, that is.