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Born in Sg, survived seven years of IJ, escaped to canada for the miraculous rebirth.. likes to say she found self there, But well when can we reach self actualization? now a waterloo student. 110% horse mad, was practically born on the back of a horse ( or rather wishes she was) horses are my favourite thing.

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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

i AM SO GLAD I AM NOT THEM

I am glad those days are over, where i first got my early riding instruction. I suppose i do owe it to Sentosa riding centre, saddle club, polo club, Riderslodge. Dammit why can't they have flipping normal names like " Beaver dam farm" or " twisted Pine " huh? oh well....

I never fit in very well with horse people, you would think i would... but sometimes when you have people who are too similar to you it does not go well. Some kinds of horse people are snobby, the worst kind, i had to put up with them and their hundred-thousand-dollar imported warmbloods, like they are better than you. NEWSFLASH NO THEY ARE NOT

I viewed the industry from the other side, the employee side. I loved it.. not really the people, or should i say person... but being with the horses. WORKING with them, every single day. Yes, it is tirring, exhausting, and takes a lot out of you emotionally and physically it is rewarding to look back and say... Hey, i worked with that three year old, beginning his under saddle training or hey i handled those young horses and introduced saddles to them.

Ok.. rIGHT now am on chincoteague island. Went camping over the weekend and SAW WILD CHINCOTEAGUE PONIES, motherfuckers. Take that... HAAA. Survived a storm in a small tent on a beach. TAKE THAT !!! HAAAA.

I almost wish i could buy a colt... but no... i can't for obvious reasons. I suppose owning a horse DOES tie you down a bit... you have to see him/ her everyday, ride him/ her everyday, then you form a bond with them. I can only imagien what it would be like to sell your baby... after years... hell i almost started tearing up when i thouht about having to leave orion and willow. I would not be able to lead willow up a ramp to truck and see her leave... i would just fucking cry.

But anyway... im glad im in canada and plan to stay on there to pursue my dreams, whatever they may really turn out to be. I know i don't want to do it in SIngapore.

Don't get me wrong now

I like singapore, i will always have a place for it in my heart, i will never ever forget her.But realistically some things just cannot be acheived there.