I miss...
...the essence of good written/spoken English.
I had the most wonderful conversation via email with an acquaintance I met not long ago, and I enjoy conversing with him simply because his sentences flow. It makes reading digital text a joy and spurs one on to reply in the same manner. Yin and Yang, being parallel opposites in the social context we both are based in, "joined together only by the horizon of good english, fine grooming and love for food." (as quoted.)
Of course, I still enjoy conversations with friends around; the "lah"s, "aiyoh"s and Singlish with staccatos of Hokkien still serve their good purpose when it comes to normal conversation styles. I can't be speaking like a pompous British lady, really. My friends will happily drop me and go. Hah.
...the strong pulsating progressions of trance.
Most unfortunately, my iPod Shuffle recently died on me and I realise I cannot do long runs without my trance and dance. Music drives me on like no other element (not even watching TV while running in the gym measures up to it). The progressions are addictive, you keep listening, waiting, appreciating, anticipating - and when the climax sneaks its way in its almost magnificent. Without music, I cannot ignore the numbing pain in my ankle, I cannot run long and far. Without music, my room will be nothing but merely B220. Without music, life is meaningless.
...trail running/riding.
The sound of dirt scrunching under your shoe sole as you inhale in lush greenery (okay S'pore not say very lush. Haha), the sound of bicycle tyres skidding in the dirt as you whip your body weight against the pull of gravity. Ah. I just rescued my old boy from Eusoff and this bike sure looks like it can use a good greasing session. The front brakes have broken and I'm headed to the repair shop in a while. Then its back to riding the winds at night.
...Ruffles.
Its potato chips, just in case some people think he's my boyfriend or something. 'nuff said.
...dancing.
grooving to music, working the shoulders, abs and hips in ways one could never imagine. Not like I'm damn good at it but its a good all-body workout.
...the essence of good written/spoken English.
I had the most wonderful conversation via email with an acquaintance I met not long ago, and I enjoy conversing with him simply because his sentences flow. It makes reading digital text a joy and spurs one on to reply in the same manner. Yin and Yang, being parallel opposites in the social context we both are based in, "joined together only by the horizon of good english, fine grooming and love for food." (as quoted.)
Of course, I still enjoy conversations with friends around; the "lah"s, "aiyoh"s and Singlish with staccatos of Hokkien still serve their good purpose when it comes to normal conversation styles. I can't be speaking like a pompous British lady, really. My friends will happily drop me and go. Hah.
...the strong pulsating progressions of trance.
Most unfortunately, my iPod Shuffle recently died on me and I realise I cannot do long runs without my trance and dance. Music drives me on like no other element (not even watching TV while running in the gym measures up to it). The progressions are addictive, you keep listening, waiting, appreciating, anticipating - and when the climax sneaks its way in its almost magnificent. Without music, I cannot ignore the numbing pain in my ankle, I cannot run long and far. Without music, my room will be nothing but merely B220. Without music, life is meaningless.
...trail running/riding.
The sound of dirt scrunching under your shoe sole as you inhale in lush greenery (okay S'pore not say very lush. Haha), the sound of bicycle tyres skidding in the dirt as you whip your body weight against the pull of gravity. Ah. I just rescued my old boy from Eusoff and this bike sure looks like it can use a good greasing session. The front brakes have broken and I'm headed to the repair shop in a while. Then its back to riding the winds at night.
...Ruffles.
Its potato chips, just in case some people think he's my boyfriend or something. 'nuff said.
...dancing.
grooving to music, working the shoulders, abs and hips in ways one could never imagine. Not like I'm damn good at it but its a good all-body workout.