Dragon Boat Is Not For The Weak.

queen never stop calling, to wake me from my deep slumber, to give me the shock of my life. the time i have left to my exam. fast and furious, in just 10mins time, i bath, dress up, prepare my bag for the day and was hailing a cab furiously.

reach school, got the latest info from C herself.

C: "if you got stuck, head to the male toilet, there will be answers lying in wait."
Me: "can you speak fucking layman term? i have not been in school for months."
C: "ok. there a notebook filled with answers in each toilet."
Me: "uh huh, i am no cheater anyway."
C: "whatever."

she look piss, girls can never recognize a joke.

shortly after, toilet breaks is a must every 10mins for me. fucking testers face was getting blacker every moment i raise my hand. i seen them discussing, and from what i gather, they must be planning to move my table into the toilet. who cares anyway, it will be way easier to input my answers. i completed 3/4 of my paper thanks to the number of toilet breaks i get enough to deem anyone smart to suspect.

heading off to the next activity on my schedule list, something i been looking forward all week.

Water bottle. Checked.
Paddle. Checked.
Life Vest. Checked.

fully geared up. headed to the last seat at the Dragon Boat. settled myself comfortably. very friendly team mates start coming in and a coach who eat banana all along the trip while we row is definately motivating.

boat start to row off, learn the basic rowing technique which uses all my arm power. slowly, the coach proceeded teaching me about A Frame and scretching my body to full use.

30mins of rowing, not that tough, going strong.

1hr of rowing, 4 clicks already. fuck the A Frame, or B Frame.

my muscle is tearing even trying to bring my right hand to wipe the sea water off my face prove to be mission impossible. girls smaller than my size was still going strong.

warcry aloud in her throat.
manhood was at stake.

no way i would lose to a girl smaller size than me. push on harder, pump in the muscle for power row. i will be no burden on the boat! i am the man!

5mins later.

O: "hey, you should take a break, your arm is bleeding."
Me: "no issues, i am alright."

the real man brush off every pain and aches in his body.

slowly, both my arms were failing me. the grip on my paddle became a obstacle, slipping the hold of it every 5mins. manhood was no longer a issue. there is no such thing as mind over matter, because at that moment. my arms no longer belong to me, they been stolen. even D cup would not make my arms move to grab it.

fuck it. i lay limp, deciding to be a burden.

O: "don't worry about it, we are actually preparing for a race, so its real tough today for us too."

great, a first timer get the toughest practice ever. but i enjoy the breeze, enjoy the taste of salt water, enjoy the company this people are offering. they been a joy. i decided, i love dragonboat.


may the dragonboat of HSBC row to victory next saturday...