hey peepz! its me again, here, sitting in front of my lap top blogging while enjoying the smooth focals of the wonderful, exceptional emi fujita's camomile... wow... i listen to her to sleep. and thats a compliment. not many songs get me to sleep. she really relaxes you. sigh. she came to singapore last year, but i did not have the money to buy a hundred over dollar ticket to listen to her lull me to sleep in the esplanade. ah well. i still love her vocals.
today's weather was exceptionally wierd. it was really hot. and then halfway through the rowing session, down poured the heaviest rain i ever experienced. gosh. and i left my bag out in the open. right beside the rubbish bin. i had faith in human kindness, someone who would just shift my bag from the outside corner to the inside corner where there is shelter. and so i harboured that faith all through out. at the same time, i told alex that i wanted to test the bystander's intervention model we learnt in psychology. according to the model, the more people present at the situation where they deemed help may be needed, the higher that liklihood that no one will bother to help. its called diffusion of responsibility. its like, if you did not bother to move the bag, then why should i? its none of my business anyway. its like someone lying unconcious in the middle of the crowded street, or someone dropped his or her things on the ground. the more people there are around, the less likely anyone would take the effort to help. but if there was only one person, then he or she will most likely help, because the entire responsiblity of helping has befallen on this one unfortunate passer by.
and so, when i went up during a break, lo and behold, under the shelter where many many already soaking wet poly students (i dunno which poly) were shivering in the area where our bags lay protected, just beside them, lay soaking wet, mine and pq's bags. hm. interesting. i refuse to believe that in a land area as small as the sdba, NO ONE ever took notice of two huge bags receiving the cruel battering of a thunderstorm. i mean. wtf right? ah well.
luckily, my huge hulking bag is a BLACK HAWK. in case no one knows, its a military, tactical material used by the US marines. its a brand of military equipment, and one of them is a field pack. mine happened to be one of such kind. and i am very proud of my bag. its has a large storage capacity and a great back support structure. it may have cost me an arm and a leg. but i tell you its damn worth it. its been with me for at least, oh my god, 2 years now. all through halfway of NS and my first year. wow. i did not realise how long my constant companion has been with me. its the same bag which everyone queries what i carry inside it, because it looks huge. and full, and packed and not to mention heavy. i just laugh along with them. sure, it may not be the most fashionable, or colourful, or popular like a crumplers or an addidas, but i really do love my bag. and reminice the trials and journeys it has accompnied me through.
oh, and whats my point really? that the bag is water resistent. it would be great if it were entirely proof, but alas, its not meant to be. ( i make it a point to tell people that its bullet resistent too, but usually i just get laughed at further more. and i laugh along.) and so in the end, most of my clothes got wet. i always carry extra underwear, but alas, they were all not bared the soaking of rain water from the bottom of my bag. and i had to wear a relatively moist underwear after my bath. ah well. its not as if i had never experienced such discomfort in ns, but its never something i would voluntary do, espeically when you enter the cold air conditioning of suntec city. ah! thats when it gets itchy AND cold. haha!!! and its not at all a welcoming sight for me to start scratching down there in public. haha!!!
and back to my original point. that the bystander intervention model has prooved itself once more. no one helped. and i had to suffer the consequences of not putting my bag under shelter.
and thus marks the end of another wonderful training session, with the fun and laughter of great friends and the flashing and booming of lightning and thunder.
today's weather was exceptionally wierd. it was really hot. and then halfway through the rowing session, down poured the heaviest rain i ever experienced. gosh. and i left my bag out in the open. right beside the rubbish bin. i had faith in human kindness, someone who would just shift my bag from the outside corner to the inside corner where there is shelter. and so i harboured that faith all through out. at the same time, i told alex that i wanted to test the bystander's intervention model we learnt in psychology. according to the model, the more people present at the situation where they deemed help may be needed, the higher that liklihood that no one will bother to help. its called diffusion of responsibility. its like, if you did not bother to move the bag, then why should i? its none of my business anyway. its like someone lying unconcious in the middle of the crowded street, or someone dropped his or her things on the ground. the more people there are around, the less likely anyone would take the effort to help. but if there was only one person, then he or she will most likely help, because the entire responsiblity of helping has befallen on this one unfortunate passer by.
and so, when i went up during a break, lo and behold, under the shelter where many many already soaking wet poly students (i dunno which poly) were shivering in the area where our bags lay protected, just beside them, lay soaking wet, mine and pq's bags. hm. interesting. i refuse to believe that in a land area as small as the sdba, NO ONE ever took notice of two huge bags receiving the cruel battering of a thunderstorm. i mean. wtf right? ah well.
luckily, my huge hulking bag is a BLACK HAWK. in case no one knows, its a military, tactical material used by the US marines. its a brand of military equipment, and one of them is a field pack. mine happened to be one of such kind. and i am very proud of my bag. its has a large storage capacity and a great back support structure. it may have cost me an arm and a leg. but i tell you its damn worth it. its been with me for at least, oh my god, 2 years now. all through halfway of NS and my first year. wow. i did not realise how long my constant companion has been with me. its the same bag which everyone queries what i carry inside it, because it looks huge. and full, and packed and not to mention heavy. i just laugh along with them. sure, it may not be the most fashionable, or colourful, or popular like a crumplers or an addidas, but i really do love my bag. and reminice the trials and journeys it has accompnied me through.
oh, and whats my point really? that the bag is water resistent. it would be great if it were entirely proof, but alas, its not meant to be. ( i make it a point to tell people that its bullet resistent too, but usually i just get laughed at further more. and i laugh along.) and so in the end, most of my clothes got wet. i always carry extra underwear, but alas, they were all not bared the soaking of rain water from the bottom of my bag. and i had to wear a relatively moist underwear after my bath. ah well. its not as if i had never experienced such discomfort in ns, but its never something i would voluntary do, espeically when you enter the cold air conditioning of suntec city. ah! thats when it gets itchy AND cold. haha!!! and its not at all a welcoming sight for me to start scratching down there in public. haha!!!
and back to my original point. that the bystander intervention model has prooved itself once more. no one helped. and i had to suffer the consequences of not putting my bag under shelter.
and thus marks the end of another wonderful training session, with the fun and laughter of great friends and the flashing and booming of lightning and thunder.