the best aftertaste is when you know that you're being true to yourself. sincerity is something that you can sense, something that radiates out from your tone your eyes your body language. which is why, sometimes its so easy to tell a plastic poser from a person who doesnt bother to hide who he really is. and that's when you realise that its so easy to love these people no matter what, regardless, even if they're not perfect, because its the imperfections that make them so human that you just cant help but want to hear them out, and protect them from the harsh judgmental eyes of neanderthals.
on a separate note, sailing is an art, a rather ungraceful one initially when you're 1. desperately trying to flop your bobbing fat ass into the cockpit, 2. when you're trying your first tack of the afternoon, and elbows come flying from everywhere, ropes wrap around your legs, and you end up in extremely awkward positions, 3. when your shorts keep sliding down as you run to grab trolleys for fellow sailors. but oh my Gaad when you've got the hang of it, and your sail is full, caught the wind, and you're on a reach completing (almost)pretty figure-of-eight courses, and your boat's keeling cos you're going so fast, but yet, you're in complete control, the sea is your playground, and life seems like its at its best. daryl, sailing is the only sea sport that has ever given me this much of a high. kayaking is a completely different genre of fun. sailing is like a healthier version of what i imagine taking drugs to be, once you've mastered the technique of snorting it.
anyway, i've ended my assignment at rgs, i really love my classes, the satisfaction levels of a people-interactive career is probably what keeps teachers at it. andd i've just changed all the songs on my mp3, completely new playlist which should satisfy my cravings of late. put them into more folders so that it's easier to scroll to specific songs. i like shuffle mode on winamp. pleasant surprises every few minutes.
what is meant to be will be? and please don't tell me perhaps perhaps perhaps!
on a separate note, sailing is an art, a rather ungraceful one initially when you're 1. desperately trying to flop your bobbing fat ass into the cockpit, 2. when you're trying your first tack of the afternoon, and elbows come flying from everywhere, ropes wrap around your legs, and you end up in extremely awkward positions, 3. when your shorts keep sliding down as you run to grab trolleys for fellow sailors. but oh my Gaad when you've got the hang of it, and your sail is full, caught the wind, and you're on a reach completing (almost)pretty figure-of-eight courses, and your boat's keeling cos you're going so fast, but yet, you're in complete control, the sea is your playground, and life seems like its at its best. daryl, sailing is the only sea sport that has ever given me this much of a high. kayaking is a completely different genre of fun. sailing is like a healthier version of what i imagine taking drugs to be, once you've mastered the technique of snorting it.
anyway, i've ended my assignment at rgs, i really love my classes, the satisfaction levels of a people-interactive career is probably what keeps teachers at it. andd i've just changed all the songs on my mp3, completely new playlist which should satisfy my cravings of late. put them into more folders so that it's easier to scroll to specific songs. i like shuffle mode on winamp. pleasant surprises every few minutes.
what is meant to be will be? and please don't tell me perhaps perhaps perhaps!
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