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Proud to be a child of God, a faithful son (I hope lol) a trying to be hardworking student, a part-time worker, a nerf/milsim enthusiast, a crafting and music lover and an awesome friend. to you :) Hope you have an enjoyable time reading about my life, as much as I have fun living it! |
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I am a university student who loves chocolate! Coffee is my best buddy when it comes to taking on my finals. I have a tendency to want to try and do so many different things at once and as a result, I've found my hobbies to be as such!
Nerfing is one of them, but aside from that, I also love arts and craft. I have my own startup, Thumbforlego at: where I sell my works! 
I love to do all sorts of crafting, so you will see me uploading posts of my leathercrafts, thumbdrives, replica guns, nerf gun modifications and gundam models! I'm fortunate enough to be blessed by really supportive parents and given the chance to explore many, many parts of the world and try out a plethora of activities. This is also how I discovered my love for film photography, videography and piano. 
The film photo above is unedited! My family loves cold countries xD. We managed to catch the northern lights twice! 
I've also gotten the chance to experience many of nature's wonders 
And my most freezing experience to date: riding a husky ski sled into the sunset (It was -38 to -40 degrees celsius and the huskies were pretty fast.) 
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Why 36000feetabove? This is the altitude that commercial planes cruise at and I have always loved the view up in the sky, being amongst the sea of clouds. :) Personally, my favourite favourite food has got to be airplane buns! Does anyone else feel the same way?! With a slice of butter and looking out of the window, I have yet to find an experience that can beat that. 
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Monday, September 21, 2015
So....we were supposed to do an essay that....is descriptive and reflective....or either or. I have no idea whether this works~ but hopefully this does??? If not my assignment will be so screwed xD still editing it though, here goes!
Never do I ever want to get out of this place, I thought, as I take a quick glance through the misty wooden-framed windows. Outside lies a sea of white, sprinkled with trees popping up through the knee deep snow. A quick peek through the frosted windows show the sun’s rays soaking through the horizon, painting the sky ombré from orange in the center to dark blue all around. Somehow, it kindles a certain sense of nostalgia within me, that warm fuzzy feeling that arises from the inside — so different from the emptying coldness that the freezing winds lashed at me when I was outside. My skin began to tingle from the fireplace heat and sensation finally began to come back to my hands as I cupped them against the piping hot coffee mug. I figured two minutes have passed ever since I laid my hands on that life-saving hot cup of coffee. For the first time in my life, it wasn’t the caffeine that I wanted, but the heat. I found it so puzzling that when I first laid my frozen-numbed hands on that mug, I couldn’t feel a thing, despite me having low tolerance for the slightest of steamy hot foods. The warm fireplace began to warm my ears as it dimly lit the cosy wooden cabin. It was furnished with light-brown wooden shelves, and a set of table and two benches carved out of trees, just enough for a family of six. The stove and oven were packed together tightly, leaving just ample space for us to walk around. They were stained-white, decorated with yellowish-burn marks around the edges and blackened stoves, telling the story of continued usage over the years. Everyone sought refuge around the fireplace as it felt like the heart of the house, continually warming its surroundings, keeping the house alive.
Minutes earlier, the local tour guide asked probably the most difficult question I have tackled in the whole of December. “Do you want to take the bus back or do you want to continue riding back? We are taking the same route, so it is about half an hour’s ride back.” As the big-sized lady bellowed like a man. I felt a faint degree of uncertainty in her speech while I reasoned to myself that they foresaw many of us giving up at the turnaround point. I still couldn’t take her seriously as to how she could possibly withstand snowmobiling in this harsh minus 35 degrees celsius weather in just her thinly clothed attire and a jumper while the rest of us look like overly stuffed soft toys. As much as I love riding the snowmobile through the challenging and scenic route, the recollection of the grueling moments of riding to the cabin was enough to change my mind. Surely I rode the snowmobile many times before in such harsh conditions but never so extreme. I recalled that as we sped through the snow and crackling over frozen rivers, the cold wind gnawed away on my hands and my visor was fogging up from the mist from my mask. I was constantly tilting and learning to keep balance with my brother behind, riding pillion and the bumpy track in front. In my mind, I likened the fogging up of my visor to that of a choo choo train, and I laughed to myself. As I veered my train of thought back on track to the looming question. I weighed the pros and cons of enjoying and torturing myself once more in the biting cold weather and the bragging rights to feed my ego with. Then, I was reminded how my brother was being all sulky as he couldn’t drive the snowmobile without a driver’s license.
“Bro doesn't even have a choice but yet I do” as I self-reasoned, coming to the conclusion that I should just “go for it”.
I glanced once more into the blue and white view outside the cosy windows as I took in the scenery and another sip of coffee. I felt so cold that I simply gave up eating the cookies altogether. “What in the world am I getting myself into.” Speaking into my head that I’ve just made a crazy decision and that I am going to regret it. As much as I knew that I would regret it, my “Just do it regret later” attitude was blaring its trumpets. Zipping up the jumper and tucking my hands into the pockets, I bowed my head and I walked into the thick snow. As I sat on the snowmobile, it felt so much more refreshing as compared to the time when I struggled to lift my numbed legs off the snowmobile,and my hands that were frozen to the outlines of the handles. I felt renewed. I thought to myself as I wore the helmet and psyched myself for the arduous journey back.
“Oh my God what am I doing.” “Why am I boarding the snowmobile?” “Yay.” While I was listlessly starting the engine, the guide came by to check if everything and everyone was alright, or rather, whoever that was left. It felt a bit like The Walking Dead: After the snowmobile ride to the cabin, only a few “survivors” were left. Our numbers halved. I overheard the conversation behind me as brother sat alone on the snowmobile, he was trying his luck on riding alone but the guide was adamant, “I’m sorry but you need to be above 18 years old and have a driver’s license to drive it.” I guess brother lost the age game. |
