It is a pass I am seriously contemplating to switch over to just because they have Adventure Paddlers. If you know me and my rock-solid love-hate loyalty to KFit, you'd know I'm serious when I say I've finally found the one pass that can level KFit.
But I'll consolidate my experiences in a later post, since Yo! Fit Pass inculcates meals as well and I was too strung-out on adrenaline to give a hoot about filling my stomach.
Moving on:
As usual for me and new classes, I arrived early.
I woke up at 7.30am and was too excited to go back to sleep. I tried to wake the sleeping boyfriend but the pig refused to so I headed off to Pasir Ris Beach Park alone, un-breakfasted and only slightly sleepy.
The place wasn't hard to find, since I took a cab from Pasir Ris MRT haha. But anyway, it's actually just a feeder bus away from the station. If I'm not wrong, it's bus 403. There's only one bus so just seek it out and sit your ass on it.
It was impossible to miss. It is at carpark E, and you simply had to walk towards the place stocking a bunch of kayaks and boards. The attached bar was Ohana Beach House. I hung around the patio for a fair bit.
I was so early that I ended up having lots of time to take vain photos. Which explains the series below:
My lesson was supposed to be at 10am. 10am passed, then 10.05am, then 10.10am. It became apparent no one was coming to get me. I started calling the Ohana Beach House and Adventure Paddlers numbers but to no avail.
At this point, God parted my now-raging skies apart and dropped me a bulky Texas man, who explained a certain Kelvin from Adventure Paddlers promised him that he could rent a kayak and head out to Pulau Ubin. It sounded so much cooler than my stand up paddling.
In the end, thanks to his insistence that there exists a Kelvin, I managed to find his number and eventually, by 10.45am, 45 minutes after my intended class start time, someone came to get me.
To be honest, I really wasn't that angry about the delay.
I made friends with the Texan and he was telling me about how his whole life has been about kayaking/ fishing on kayaks. He happily showed me photos of his family and him, then laughingly warned me about how I'm gonna get drunk by strangers on 4th July in NYC.
So the attendant came (turned out he was kayaking out at sea and didn't notice us, we were at the other side of the beach house) and gave me my board and paddle. All that was going through my head was ????? and then I figured out it was not a class, just a rental lol.
The Texan happily taught me how to row, which was a gigantically helpful tip because I ended up rowing myself effortlessly way out to sea, where the buoys were. But it was still scary at first because I fear the sea and this was going out alone.
After a while, I set sail.
I fumbled really bad at first.
My board could only go right, and so I crashed the kayak of these batch of secondary school kids coming here for their course lol. Their instructor figured I was a first-timer and helpfully pushed the tip of my board towards the sea, where I steadily went.
To me, it seemed I was fucking far out. The buoys were closer to me than the shore, and I wanted so bad to keep going, but I didn't have my phone so I stopped in the middle of the sea, changed my course, and went back to get it lol. My vanity will truly be the death of me.
Once I got my balance in check, I started my yoga practice.
I tell you, the winds were not in my favor. I'd row out to the middle of the sea, start and immerse myself in yoga, then come up 10 minutes later to realize I've been swept back to shore.
As pissed as I am (I had to dismount from the remotest parts of Pasir Ris Beach, at one point I crashed into a rock-filled area and cut my soles on the rock edges trying to push off my board), I was quite impressed that yoga at sea was so bloody calming, I didn't detect my board moving at all.
I continued to idiotically row myself out to sea, then yoga until I floated back inshore. This happened like seven times and my idiocy fascinated the beach-goers so much, one kid pointed at me and went, 'Mummy what is she doing?' while another couple took photos of me.
I am conflictedly flattered.
If you can't tell by now, I love the sun. I truly do. Couple that with water, and a sport I just started but got the hang of immediately, and yoga, and you truly do get the happiest chick. I was rowing and singing Bring Me The Horizon's True Friends at the top of my lungs. Maybe scared a kid or two.
Eventually I had to end because Gabriel's bike lesson ended so I returned my board and went to shower.
I didn't know how ridiculously sunburnt I was. On top of that, my melanin got activated (it comes out when I drink or stay in the sun too long) and I felt like a disaster.
Thanks to yoga, I've gotten accustomed to the idea that bare bodies can be gorgeous, but now I need a full-back to cover my piece of a shit of a back up. Fuck.
Anyway, I headed back to Pasir Ris and met Gabriel, who lovingly picked off the sand and towel bits off the top of my head (apparently I can pick up new sports at the flick of a wrist but cannot properly wash myself to save my life) and I told him it's what chimpanzees in love do too and he made a face.
The rest of the day took a darker turn.
We had our worst fight tonight.
It rivaled our fight in Bangkok where he first hit me, outside of bed. Even then, a pattern had already begun to form. It was always my rage and his sadness, then me trying to leave, then he pleading I don't, then him trying to leave, then me begging he doesn’t.
Vicious, sickening cycle, yet I’m hooked on it like its crystal meth.
Tonight, we were discussing his godforsaken bike and how I want to set it on fire. He got all riled up and the fight evolved. He refused to talk about it and told me we'll take a break, and to get out of his place. Enraged at his cowardice, I started sweeping everything off the cupboard and onto the floor.
He was still unwilling to talk and insisting I leave right now (I fucking hate how he only does this when I'm at his place and its late at night, where I can only stay or fucking cab home) and I went batshit and smashed two of our picture frames on the floor, amongst other things.
He watched the bigger frame fall and apparently it lit the fire in him because he shouted twice and then threw one of them back - not without aim like mine, but with utter malice as he aimed it at me.
His parents wouldn't let it go and demanded to be let in, thinking they could do damage-control. They separated us and I remembered all the times I dragged my parents into a fight with my ex-boyfriends. Gabriel is truly karma's biggest spit in my face.
His parents sided him once they found out it was me who did all the throwing, because of course, their angelic son kept the last part about attempting to injure him from them. I took all the blame, naturally.
He continued to insult me and scream at me to leave his place in front of his parents. And then, as suddenly as he erupted, he calmed down and said he'll sell the piece of shit bike. And naturally, he expected me to finally be okay.
And I forced myself to.
But I'm not.
Nicole, I didn't write this for nothing. Nicole, I wrote this because you must always remember how he degraded you and how he always try to leave you, even though unless his leg-spreading ex, you never did anything to him.
Nicole, I write this because when you asked 'why do you treat me so badly even though I'm not cheating on you, the way she did?', he replied that 'she left', not that he was the one who left.
Nicole, I write this because you should know your own value and you must know that if you can never get over the fact that he once dated the single woman you hate more than cancer, then you should walk away.
Nicole, you should walk away. For all the times he threatened to leave you, for all the times he used a breakup as his trump card, for all the times he arrogantly assumed you'll stay forever no matter how badly he treats you.
Nicole, grow a fucking pair.
Just leave already.
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