Verbal Diarrhea & Unorganized Thoughts

I blame both on the fever and flu. Anyways..

I can't decide if I am too young for my age or if I am too matured for my age. The potential cause for this confusion probably is due to the people I talk to or mix around with. Some say I am matured for my age (I hope it is not lip service), some tend to shove it in my face telling me "Life is harsh, grow up".

If only there was more consistency in what people saw in me.

So a bit about my week spent in Thailand. I was up in Pattaya for some match racing which is always fun. I can particularly use the word fun now that I have come to terms with the results, 7th out of 10 teams, got to learn to accept the amount of effort you put into something, that's the exact results you'll get.

Let's get a little more technical for the sake of those who reads my blog and actually knows what MR is all about...

My first race was against this dude (who is supposedly very good, I refuse to use names in the case that there are people like me who Google names out of sheer boredom), I can't remember what flight but it doesn't really matter does it? So anyway, I was Yellow and the gun goes off. 5 mins to the start, 1 min to the entry. And where did the wind go all of a sudden? It really didn't help that the current was against me and that it was my first start of the day.

So, 4 mins, gun goes off, I am still struggling to enter. And the Blue boat nicely dips the starts, sails across to the boat end, gybe, and comes after me! T___T

First Y flag for windward/ leeward collision, I tried to avoid by pushing my tiller max but the boat simple refused to budge! Second Y flag for not entering within 2 minutes and yes, third Y flag for yet another windward/ leeward collision. Hero much? Didn't even get to start the first race, talk about morale crushing, more like ego deflation for me.

We had a few other dramas like spin halyard coming off, a few more Y flags (penalty on us of course), twisted spin, and yada yada.

Fortunately, there was some good near the end of the event. Our last 2 races were pretty neat. Then again, it was settling for the 7th or 8th OR 9th and 10th positions, so competition wise, it wasn't that tough anymore.

Second last race, clear start, clear beat, round top mark, lousy spin work, opponent caught up by the time we reached the bottom mark. They rounded with water and we were behind on the second beat. Same positions when we got to the top mark. Spinnaker hoisted, they gybed, we gybed. Ultimately, we did a better job at gybing, theirs collapse (and with the limited amount of wind we were sailing in, that meant bye bye!), so we scooted ahead and finished first.

Last race, the race determining we go home with 7th placing or 8th. Like I said, these are not very good positions to be in and I am fully aware of it but let me have some glory with my 2 Y flags at the start can?

The first Y flag on the opponent was for obstruction. Apparently, they called for room to tack a little too late, had they called it any earlier, the penalty would have been on me. The second Y flag was a clear cut starboard port. Hero much? Yes yes... And so we won this race, too.

Part of me was prepared for such results. But still, it was a hard pill to swallow. Gotta' learn to lose girl, as long as you learn right?? Right.

So that was the weekend, the rest of the days in Thailand was spent going for massages, makan makan and last but not least, shopping!

I'll probably be writing a Dear You post next, so wait for it!

Are watermelons green or red? If you say they are red, then apples should be yellow, not green or red. Right?