Lazy is me

I have been too un-bothered to get on here lately.

For good reason too. I have always envisioned this space to be inspiring and helpful but then again, I am too lazy to write anything inspiring and helpful so you see how we end up at ground zero.

But anyway, here is a small epiphany I had.

I never thought much of travelling. I always thought its for the experience, which is inclusive of the food, the people and the sights. I did not think further into the matter. Until I met Gabriel.

The first trip we planned wasn't the usual Batam, Bali nor Bangkok. The first time he planned was immediately for Gold Coast, but beyond that, he planned for a skydive.

And I was so terrified of the idea that honestly, I considered not waking him up when I got up on time on the day of our flight. When he finally rustled in bed and got up, I thought I was going to weep.

And this, "Ho fuck I'm going to die" mentality accompanied me all the way up till two minutes after I saw him leap off the plane with his instructor.

That was the exact moment a marquee rolled across my mind, "I live for this."

And then I jumped.

These few days have been excitement for my new job and more importantly, the pay surrounding it heh heh. I am planning my next few trips, with the mentality of, "One extreme sport per trip" and fuck it is a new adrenaline rush then when I'm planned with the mindset of, "One new place to see!"

Fuck yeah one new place to see, but from a bird's eye view.