I get very defensive when people raise their voices, and i am extremely sensitive to tone variations in conversations.
walking along the swaying scales it's hard to find a balance, and i find myself being affected easily when it tends towards one side or the other.
if it affects u, go chill~
April 27, 2009
April 26, 2009
perfect weekend. ^^
Went clay pigeon shooting at bukit timah gun club clay target range on friday.
It reminded me much of the days i did rifle, pistol and archery.. Just that this time round, my targets were moving. the recoil, the sound/visual of the targets splitting, the weight of the shotgun etc.. the activity makes me feel good about myself, plus exceeding my own expectations make me happy, but i suppose that applies to everyone. and hearing compliments every now and then aids in sound mental well-being. =)
Went pit biking in malaysia yesterday, i've always wanted a class 2 license for like forever and this sort of make up for not being able/ giving up on 2B. Dirt biking in the plantation areas climbing slopes so steep that i never even though i'll be able to on foot and riding around at levels so high i know i'll break a bone or two if i fall.. and thoroughly enjoying the thrill of losing control. it would've been perfect if only the glove lining didnt slice my skin open. damn it. and every time i pull the clutch the material bites.
the pineapple made up for the warm day outdoor. and it was just a pity we didnt continue into the afternoon, if not someone could've had more fun.. =) next time we go try the atv~!! woosh!! then we can go at even faster speed without the feeling of the bike vibrating so hard it seems as though the oil tank is going to explode under the hot sun. lolx..
and finally i got to eat the seafood lunch!!! and the massage was definitely value for money!
the dvds we bought is enough to last us a good couple of months too.. ^^
i was so exhausted that i slept right through sunday.. this weekend i've had so much fun in a semester put together. Maybe coz all i have left for my education life is a paper on saturday. plus going back to jogging helps in stress management. sorry if i snapped a time too many recently. and thank you~ i had a lot a lot of fun. =)
It reminded me much of the days i did rifle, pistol and archery.. Just that this time round, my targets were moving. the recoil, the sound/visual of the targets splitting, the weight of the shotgun etc.. the activity makes me feel good about myself, plus exceeding my own expectations make me happy, but i suppose that applies to everyone. and hearing compliments every now and then aids in sound mental well-being. =)
Went pit biking in malaysia yesterday, i've always wanted a class 2 license for like forever and this sort of make up for not being able/ giving up on 2B. Dirt biking in the plantation areas climbing slopes so steep that i never even though i'll be able to on foot and riding around at levels so high i know i'll break a bone or two if i fall.. and thoroughly enjoying the thrill of losing control. it would've been perfect if only the glove lining didnt slice my skin open. damn it. and every time i pull the clutch the material bites.
the pineapple made up for the warm day outdoor. and it was just a pity we didnt continue into the afternoon, if not someone could've had more fun.. =) next time we go try the atv~!! woosh!! then we can go at even faster speed without the feeling of the bike vibrating so hard it seems as though the oil tank is going to explode under the hot sun. lolx..
and finally i got to eat the seafood lunch!!! and the massage was definitely value for money!
the dvds we bought is enough to last us a good couple of months too.. ^^
i was so exhausted that i slept right through sunday.. this weekend i've had so much fun in a semester put together. Maybe coz all i have left for my education life is a paper on saturday. plus going back to jogging helps in stress management. sorry if i snapped a time too many recently. and thank you~ i had a lot a lot of fun. =)
April 22, 2009
Somehow keeping this blog seems like a torture recently.
I no longer find joy in sharing what I think, regardless of whether the stuff makes sense or not.
I find myself staring at the create post page blankly for goodness know how long till I know I've sat out the intense moments. then I'll type in some lame words or another that means little.
I missed those reflective moments where my thoughts go in a million directions and I spent some quality time alone communicating with myself and find out what I need and want in a particular period. I am happy when I managed to understand and love myself better every time I go through the routine memory un-cluttering process. and continue learning from myself when i look back and see it in words how i felt and reacted when i was younger, all my fears, confusion and immaturity.
Just ignore me. Some days things just hit from nowhere. Then one looks back and only realised that you've made a loop and is about at the ending point. and what's scary is not completing the race, but knowing that the ending point is right where the next starting point will be. damn!
and performance in one lap isnt going to help you win the race.
I no longer find joy in sharing what I think, regardless of whether the stuff makes sense or not.
I find myself staring at the create post page blankly for goodness know how long till I know I've sat out the intense moments. then I'll type in some lame words or another that means little.
I missed those reflective moments where my thoughts go in a million directions and I spent some quality time alone communicating with myself and find out what I need and want in a particular period. I am happy when I managed to understand and love myself better every time I go through the routine memory un-cluttering process. and continue learning from myself when i look back and see it in words how i felt and reacted when i was younger, all my fears, confusion and immaturity.
Just ignore me. Some days things just hit from nowhere. Then one looks back and only realised that you've made a loop and is about at the ending point. and what's scary is not completing the race, but knowing that the ending point is right where the next starting point will be. damn!
and performance in one lap isnt going to help you win the race.
April 08, 2009
some days i can't stop the scales from tipping
I'm still suspecting the symptoms..
TWO weeks of school plus one exam before i get my ticket to the rat race.
TWO weeks of school plus one exam before i get my ticket to the rat race.
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