Fencing was great. It was exhausting. I fenced one of the club's top fencers Epee. And I lost 13-15. Zzzzz. But I was really fencing all out. And he was kinda toying with me. Lol. But I did make some really good hits, some so good I even surprised myself. Mark praised some of those hits, and gave me tips on how to get better. Damn shiok. That's what I call real fencing. I always wanna fence the best and lose. What's the point of fencing the same old beginners over and over again, and winning? You'll never learn, and you'll still be shit. Sigh... I'm not complaining, but most of the club members are like that, including my dear friend Lionel, and week after week I can see myself beating the shit out of them. Zzzzzz. Some one please get better and beat me up.
Scooting over to Darling's place now.... crazy, I know, its a weekday and its almost 11 pm. But I did make some promises to her before the exams to stay over at her place after the exams were over, and I feel like I've been neglecting her a fair bit. Then again I just can't bring myself to get started on work tonight. CBP must have drained me. Towards the end of CBP the coordinator was basically just talking to me, and my brain had to digest all her questions and ideas and match her viewpoints for hours. My partner had drifted away into lala land after the discussion extended past lunch time.
Better get my life back on track soon... I know how I've been able to be successful in so many aspects of my life, academic studies, sports, family, friends, relationships and personal time. The key to balancing it all is time management. This is a skill many others do not possess, and hence they are naturally less successful. Once I let this balance tip over, it'll be hard to get it back on track. I have to do certain things at certain times of the day, on certain days of the week. Period. No questions asked, no to everything else.
Tonight, I'll break this rule for my Darling, and also to reward myself post-exams. I realised that I haven't really pampered myself for studying so hard. Shit man. Inhuman.
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