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For the last weekend I was working for some career fair at Suntec. I was broke and had to draw cash and I went all the way from the exhibition hall to Marina Sq to draw money. I thought I was lucky to own an Iphone and is able to download Whereto.sg until I realise the nearest ATM is so damn far.

Maybe it was fate, I saw the rock climbing competition and I just couldn't had enough I have to watch after I finished working. The best part of it was to watch the the route setter climb. The graceful and delicate moves he made while he move from the start to the end, the way he jumped and stretched with total accuracy.. I was awed. I am love in sight with this sport.

I remember the first time I ever did rock climbing was when I was at SparkC camp when I was a primary school student. A lot of colourful climbing holds and we were expected to climb to the top of it. Maybe because of our age, we were told it will be fine if we are tired halfway through the climb, we can let go and take a rest for a little bit because we are secured by the rope. To reach the very top was an amazing feeling.

I had the chance to join a team of climbers when I got to RP. I was very keen in joining and wanted to do something else other than basketball so I registered. But I left due to many reasons. And now, when I think back, it was a regretful decision I made. One reason I left was because it was very demoralising because I practically suck at it. I was doing basketball training regularly then and I couldn't comprehend why I was so bad at it. I just thought this sport wasn't meant for me. Every training I went with hope but always finish with a sad face. (I remember there was this one time when my captain call out my name just before I left and said "smile". It bought me courage for while.)

Even though I was really bad at it and was glad that I managed to tell the captain that I would not be joining them for training anymore, I miss it. I miss the colourful tall wall, I miss the tight shoes, I miss getting dirty with the chalk, I miss even trying..