| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Saturday, May 07, 2005, 9:03:00 PM | permalink |
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7 storeys up, with a makeshift harness (really worn out rope crudely made from what looked like coconut husks) on, I stepped outside the safety railings, ready for my turn to do my rappelling jump down. The supervising sergeant clips my status-questionable carabiner (10 minutes ago I barked repeatedly at other people to "Oei! WTF! I told you right [the-guy's-name], don't drop it on the pavement!!") to the rope that will guide my rappelling down the wall. I looked something like this:  (Cool right? That's not me. Pic taken by Jeremy Wong) Just before this, as we waited for our turn, our confidence hit an all time high when we overheard one of the instructors manning a rappelling lane asked another: Instructor 1: You know anymore instructors who're trained to supervise rappelling? We need to open up more lanes.Man has forsaken me. Help me Lord. I gave a brief look at the ground:  (Pic taken by Jeremy Wong) Here's the factor that was most likely to have gotten me 6 feet under. Other people would at this point *gulp*/freeze in terror/pee their pants/do all three and more. My brain was thinking "Wah shiok shiok shiok~" Walked a few vertical steps down the wall to the designated spot, did some practise "jumps" where I push myself away from the wall with giant leaps of my feet, good to go- WOOHOO! Dumber animals have avoided extinction cause they follow their fear instincts. Much too short- 2 jumps was all it took from top to bottom. Much too little time to fully immense myself in the high that was the rushing air whistling past, the flashing warning signs in my head which I gleefully ignore, the Song 2 track that seems so perfect for the moment. *ding* Ground floor, I disengaged myself away from the rope with the help of another guy. Not bad, my ego says, not bad at all for a first-timer. I couldn't agree more. I thought I executed a flawless textbook example of the correct techniques to apply. In my head, the camera replay shows a spectacular arch of a jump in slow motion. A sergeant who observed me from the ground walked up to congratulate me on my achievements. "Eh! Why you jump down so fast! Wanna die ah! Your right-guiding hand never stretch out properly! Cock!"At least I thought I was good. |
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