Monday, February 22, 2016
Yesterday night I saw Shay's journal
at Kraken and read some of his training logs - it threw me way back to the days
where I'd sit down past bedtime to reflect on a day's training and blog it on
the regular. Times have changed, Twitter took over the blogging universe and
now my blogposts are summarized to a few 140-characters-long 'tweets'.
I revisited my old blog and read some
of the past from two to six years back and realize how much I still miss typing
out long stories and look back I see how much you have changed (or not). I love
creating my own stories in my own style and putting my thoughts into words. I
still write a fair bit on Twitter and I have some long Instagram captions that
I'm actually quite glad to see as it really is sad to see how blogging is no
longer the 'in-thing' anymore (it was probably the best creation back in
secondary school days when everyone had blogs), and to see how non-personal
social media have made so many people's lives to be (as everything they post
online isn't the true, unfiltered version of oneself, but rather just a facade
to put up).
Just as applicable for everything
else (with parkour videos most relatable of all) - if it's not seen online for
people to see, did it really even happen at all?
True enough, I do like to share about
what goes on about my daily life to the world. But at times it's still best to
pen down thoughts just for yourself or just for a certain few to share with.
Journals nowadays are rare as fuck to find. No one ever have time to set aside
to write as they need 2 hours to surf Facebook/Instagram every night.
Melbourne is about to happen and
thoughts are running non-stop on the top of my head and thus it'll be the topic
of today's post.
During these 8 months break, despite
not working or studying, I've been occupied and kept busy with so many stuff -
it's a bit crazy. No regrets, amazing how much I can achieve and be productive
just by hustling and training and chasing over the things I love. I did a
really good amount of travelling, had cool travel jobs, planned and executed
the second LCG, worked hard at a Trampoline Park for a bit, trained a hell lot,
made a video that went pretty damn viral, worked on my marketing game, won my
first PKFR comp, organized and judged my own PKFR comp, edited several travel
videos, and learnt a lot about life in between. There wasn't a week that went
by without any productivity. Most people just sunk into the 9-5 full time job
and claim to be doing something with their lives... But what I'm doing, despite
earning less and spending sliiightly more, is actually living life.
After 3 years of being away from
school and finally getting back to it... I'm not sure what's exactly to feel
but all I can say is that I signed up for this. I chose this, I from my very
own accord accepted the offer and paid the fees. Now the day has finally come
and there's no turning back.
Do I sound like I kinda didn't want
this? Then why did I bother in the first place?
Yeah as most people say, a film
degree is pretty damn pointless and Melbourne despite it being so beautiful and
all, isn't quite the cheapest place to be. So I'm not sure if it's really the
life I want to be in for the future years.
The only reason why I went ahead with
it was that it was only for a year and I can get a degree by the end of this
year. It's really expensive but I'm really keen for this overseas experience. I
have to make the best out of it now. Who knows, maybe it'll work out for the
better.
I hate the uncertainty of the future.
How would you know if whatever decision you are making is the 'right' one?
Something about me is that if I found
something that I really really want to do, more often than not I'll set my
heart and mind to it and commit so hardly without actually knowing what to
expect from it. Look at all my travels - just some ideas I thought of doing
that might be cool, and I actually end up doing it... It worked out pretty well
though.
But what if it doesn't work out?
Sometimes it doesn't flow as smoothly as planned. But you
have to make it work anyway... That's when we start adapting to situations.
Parkour did taught me really applicable life skills. In my travels, most of the
time I fly into a country blindly, but 95% of that time, things turned out fine
somehow someway.
The day has finally come after 8 months, and to be honest
that’s a pretty long time that I’ve been planning for, but why is it that I’m
not feeling ‘ready’ yet?
That’s because you can never fully prepare for something that’s coming.
You just gotta jump on the plane and see what happens.
Just like what I’ve done so many times in life before.
Welp, here goes a jump into the future, living in an unfamiliar
environment for a year and hoping that I’ll get familiar with it!