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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, March 15, 2011
Quote : Dance competitions may smell of hair spray, lip stick and powder, Horse shows smell leather, hay and horse shit

Surviving on lack of sleep ( hence look like crap) and juggling multiple assignments, eg grp projects, mid terms, assignments, readings. I just want this term to end, and another part of me likes this excitment and bussiness

Anyway, here's how our waterloo ouea horse show went. Due to the shift in times, woke up at 4.41am ( really 5.41)steph was coming to pick me up to at 6 so i had to shift into high gear, meaning no shower or breakfast. Chugged on t-shirt and arts sweater under my black winter jacket and grabbed a scarf, lady bug hat and gloves before heading out the door.

Steph was obviously jacked up on coffee, she was highly energetic for 6am, we fetched another girl along the way and were on our way to the barn.

reached the barn when it was nearly light AND freezing, went into the barn and the viewing gallery to plonk down stuff, then kaylee briefed us volunteers on which horses we were assigned etc. I was assigned a strawberry roan mare called Grace, she was slightly chunky, but not overly large plus she was kind, sweet and quiet. Probably the issue I had was figuring out where the hell everything was, someone went to get me tack ( they had a tack locker room which was interesting) and found brushes and pronounced grooming and tacking up, as her class was going first and she was needed in the warm up arena.

The morning was spent walking in circles with a blanketed mare, and giving the riders pony rides, it ws fun talking to the competitors, 99% of which were from non-uw schools. Prizes would go to Trent who seemed the most " together" as in they seemed to emit the most school spirit and teamwork, everytime one rider came into the ring the team coach and at least one other member followed!

However, as the day progressed I started to get more and more tired, my plans of returning back at UW by 5 seemed to slowly driftig away. YEah five, no way. So emergency texted the grp posponing it to seven.

It was an exhausting exhausting day, split between, grooming, untacking, tacking, blanketing ( motherfucking blankets) unblanketing, walking. By 2 pm I was ready to sleep.

Weren't done till 5 and even then, thre was still sweeping, sorting and cleaning to do in the barn. And no, unfortunately i don't think UW going to win the cup again this year sadly...

Rushed home reeking of horse and rushed to school for the meeting, ending up 42 minutues late, but it was all in all a successful meeting.