After years of searching for something extreme, i ironically find myself wanting a piece of normalcy this once.
The daredevil, "Steve-O" side of me must be getting old. Unlike in high school where I could tap into this insanely limitless pool of energy and do all sort of stupid crazy things (like hanging on a horizontal pole and wrestling with friends American Gladiator-style), i find myself exhausted at the slightest activity, even wheezing after doing mental math.
These days, the tiniest task would already risk coughing fits or asthma attacks, and that is something that frustrates me. The last time I checked, I DONT normally get asthma attacks save for extreme instances, like say, being inside a burning house engulfed in flames and smoke. That would be understandable. Getting asthma, however, from merely going out and walking 30 feet to buy food is pathetic.
Maybe the reason why Im so tired is I havent been doing anything really physically engaging lately. I often find myself sitting on my ass in front of the computer, either layouting or editing, with the only strenuous part being me lifting the coffee mug to take a sip. This is in stark contrast to when I was legworking as a sports writer, or when I lifted heavy things as part of the varsitarian "logistics" committee (which is a fancy term for "student-kargadors")
Now that was something i loved to do, lifting heavy objects. As part of the logistics committee, you would often see us walking down the university streets during an event, looking like a stack of monobloc chairs which seemed to have sprouted arms and legs when viewed up front. I loved everything about that job - the sweat that runs on the forehead, the stiff arms you get afterwards, drinking coke or pocari sweat after a job, as well as the camaraderie that comes with realizing what a shitty thing you've been tasked with.
While others may think that of this task as a no-brainer, i beg to differ. It is definitely challenging to deliver a piece of equipment and squeeze it through a doorway without damaging the equipment or the door, as unnoticeable as possible. Its also stimulating to think what angles to turn a table to in order for it to fit, or what path to take while considering different scenarios such as a.) which path has the fewest people, b.) which has the shortest route and c.)how long can we carry this before its acceptable to give up and curse?
Apart from the gratifying manual labor, other benefits of being in the logistics committee include an awesome bod you'll get from all that lifting. I havent seen the results of this on my body YET, but im a late bloomer so maybe another year or so and i'll see the results. Maybe. There's also something very zen-like with lifting a box, carrying it somewhere, then going back to lift another one. Its almost spiritual.
I guess all i want now is for me to have that energy i had when I was still part of the varsi kargadors. I want to realize my full potential and do all the stuffs that needs to be done without clenching my heart or being forced to sleep to stabilize my system. I hate to admit it but im young and already out of shape, which is not surprising, considering all the exercise i get is limited to ten coffee-mug lifts a day.
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"First, master the rules of writing. And then shape them to something that suits you" - someone, as regards to developing your writing style.
This quote affirms what I've believed in: everyone has something they are good at that they can use in writing. Writer A may be good at humor, while Writer B may be the best in forming opinions more than anyone else. Find out what aspect you are good in and work on this to develop your unique writing style, something natural and unforced.
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Despite the whirlwind of changes, its nice to know that you are still here, unchanged. Thank you for being my constant. =) - Mood:ecstatic
 - Music:Stairway to - Heaven
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