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It's one of life's simple pleasures to catch up with a close friend you haven't seen in a while. To meet up and talk as if not a day has passed since high school ended, completely comfortable and relaxed. To chill, cook, laugh and talk about everything and anything.

I had a good day.

Rock climbing or more specifically bouldering has become such a big part of my life and I swear it’s the weekly session that keeps me sane from life’s monstrosities. Now that I think about it, it’s been sixteen months, way back to the start of year twelve since I started. At the beginning, last year of high school and all, I skipped weeks at a time and it was a rare treat between the tutoring and exams. But nowadays no matter what is going on, it is the one thing I make time for because when you truly love something, having no time is no adequate excuse. I’m not sure exactly what draws me to it, maybe it’s the exalted feeling when you stick a hard hold, finish a climb you’ve been working on for weeks, or finally go up a level. It’s that amazing feeling when you set and break your personal goals. But not only on an individual personal level, it’s also a team sport, and the cheers and encouragement of your mates and patience as they teach and reteach a climb, that too is a integral part.

Now when people ask me what’s the best job in the world, I’d definitely say a professional climber, travelling the world, discovering and conquering the best climbs, promoting what they love and competing with like minded individuals in competitions. The lack of limitations and restraints and just doing something you love every day. In the future, I would also like to progress to outdoor climbing, but for now I’m content with indoor gyms.

And that is what climbing means to me, hopefully for years to come yet.

Also announcement I have a photo blog tumblr for pictures I've personally taken cause I enjoy taking pretty pictures and editing them to make them look even better.


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You know how when you’re in the heat of the moment and are lost for words, but minutes, hours, days after, all the words come back, reasons and justifications but it’s too late to say it. This is basically my jumbled written response.

I understand that university grades are important, that they determine your future and your job opportunities, but that doesn’t mean they are everything. It doesn’t mean I should abandon all my interests and the things I love to study twenty four seven. Because that will only make me miserable, I don’t know what I would do without climbing. University is meant to be one of the best moments of your life, and it’s meant to be enjoyed. And not to be cliché or anything but it’s true you only do live once. I don’t even know why I need to justify my reasons to you. Nor do I even go out much, I’m always trying to make it home for dinner so you don’t eat alone. And you think university is easy, that architecture degree? Piece of cake. But you sleep at eight every night, you haven’t seen the late nights I pull for drawings, assignments and models, and when you greet me at six in the morning, you think it’s just cause I got up early instead of being up all night. Granted I do procrastinate a bit on the internet, and have awful time management but it’s my nature, I’m trying to change it but if this is how I’ve worked for the last eighteen years of my life, do you really think it’s that easy to change? Truthfully, the reason why I think you’re nitpicking on my minor faults is because I’ve been too good, never had that crazy teenage stage and act up, and have an amazing brother who has never made you think twice about anything.

The last thing, I understand your words, that you mean the best for me but just think about the way you say it, it makes such a big difference and it’d go a long way to making me listen to you. Hurts less too.