Here I am, awake for more than twenty hours.
Exhausted, definitely.
Satisfied, of course.
The day started with me waking up at 4.45am.
That is super early, considering the fact that I am tuning to the holiday mode where I wake up at 7am the earliest.
I got to admit I was both thrilled and blur, I kept going around my house countless time as I forgot to get this and that.
Thankfully, I managed to get all the stuff I needed for the day but I missed the train and the next train came at 'I-don’t-know-how-long'.
When I reach Jurong East, I met the “western” people---those who live in the west of Singapore---before heading off to bedok
Then and there, we made our trip down to Bedok, the other end of Singapore.
Someone gave us wrong info that it takes an hour to get to bedok, but that is not the case. So we end up reaching 20 minutes earlier.
It is good to be early; at least you won’t be the one being blamed for holding the group.
After gathering some people from my class 1610, we headed to the bus interchange and board bus 196.
The bus was filled with cheetahs! Not the animal but one of the houses.
It is kind of cool as we go as a big group; there is no such thing as getting lost.
CHEETAH-ians
The construction of 1610’s Sandcastle began!
The design was simply a lighthouse.
I thought it was going to be easy, but I thought wrong.
I realized in my life, nothing is really smooth.....My class's sandcastle toppled THREE TIMES!!!!
The instructors said that to build a rather tall sandcastle and to use the blue bucket was a challenge.
They told us that not many people were able to utilize the blue bucket to build a tall sandcastle and we should not be too upset.
I am not sure whether if it is thick-skinned or pure resilience and perseverance that motivated the class to continue building the sandcastle and “No lighthouse, no go home”.
We stayed for the next 3-4 hours with the afternoon session—Cougar, building our fourth attempt.
We decide to move nearer to the sea, where the sand is so much finer and better for sandcastle building.
According to my classmates, the fengshui there is better.
Estelle, one of my classmates, was the human mallet. She stood in the blue bucket and compressed the sand with her feet and body weight. Technically, she is better compare to using the hammer.
We had a formula to building the sandcastle.
It goes, “ 3 mudpie and 1 water”.
I was initially rather shock when they use the term “mud pie”. I thought it was some kind of dessert but it turned up to be sand with water.
I got to admit, holding the yellow bucket made me feel like some construction worker. Construction worker—building my class’s dreams.
It was then, the moment of truth came.
Everyone was holding their breath as the blue bucket was removed.
Thoughts of failure ran through my mind but deep down, I keep praying that the sandcastle will stand.
The day ended, the lighthouse stood firmly on the ground.
The joy and the excitement were beyond comprehension.
Screams filled the air.
We did it, 1610 did it.
Thank God, the last and fourth time the sandcastle finally stood.
I learnt that dreams do come true, and like the sandcastle building process, we face many setbacks but we must know how to get up each time we fall, even if it hurts.
Took to Pasir Ris MRT station to ensure a seat, then made my way home to Jurong. Opposite ends of Singapore.
Came home “Ciao dar” and aching.
Exhausted but satisfied.
Love
Mic3helle
♥MICH-SHELL
