Someone just said I was suicidal! If I was, most probably I won't be here still. I'll be a floating corpse that someone would discover along the shores of the SAF Yacht Club or even Malaysia. Ok, for your info, I just went to a sailing camp. Meaning: if I were to be suicidal, I would have jumped off the sailboat. I'm not suicidal. Just cynical. By right I should have some stuff to say about the sailing camp but I think I have more complaints to make. Shan't sound like some whiny girl. Well, sailing wasn't half as bad but it should be the boring-est seasports around in my opinion. You can't control your own fate as in you got to wait for the stupid wind to blow you along the right direction. Even canoes and kayaks are faster than us when we were on the water. It kind of leisurely. Really some kind of low-risk sports I think. Of course, due to the many participants for the camp, the first day was totally screwed. We just spent our whole morning and afternoon talking and chilling and hanging out. Only when the sun was almost setting then did we had the chance to get onto the sailboat. So, in order to make our $50 worth (camp fees), we decided to binge on the BBQ food. Eating and talking all the way from 7pm-12am. I would say sailing is really just an experience I would go through. I would prefer canoeing or kayaking over sailing anytime. And more fun stuff like wakeboarding and maybe jet-skiing. Where I can control my fate!
