Is it pity that I feel? Empathy? Putting myself in their shoes to see how I’ll feel in their situation or genuine concern? I wonder if that is how they want me to feel; I wonder if I’ll want others to feel this way for me (empathy again…).
I might care for the world, I might care as much as the world, but I might not care in the right way.
Cycling was fun as always. Pasir Ris today during chalet, my first time cycling there. Alright but I prefer East Coast. Less puddles, less people on the wrong path, wider track with two directional lanes so no oncoming traffic and better scenery. Wonder if there is a ban on rollerbladers in Pasir Ris; did not see any.
Too crowded, so little chance to speed. I zoned out at times due to lack of sleep and somehow subconsciously weaved though the traffic. One reason I should not drive in the future… Too risky.
I finally managed to let go of the handle bar for 5 seconds. Letting go of my fears, literally. I will definitely improve, with the first step accomplished. Actually, I am more afraid of damaging my bike than of hurting myself. Maybe I shall try again with a rented one.
This will be the last time before I put PW at the back of my mind.
I am thankful for having such a good group, it greatly lessened the burden I usually feel when doing group projects. It is the rare instance in which I did not do the most, a good thing. I am grateful that C willingly travels from the other side of the island to meet up so many times. I am glad that everyone respects me and does their part.
It is weird, but I really enjoy doing it, probably because of the company. It was fun really, draining but fun. I wished that we could have done the puppet show and exhibition model, or try out the attachment; it would have been even more enjoyable. Maybe it is just me.
I really want us to do well together. I have always believed that we should work hard and reap the results together... To celebrate the success together. I would think that it is my failure if we didn’t.
We tried so hard… So hard that I fear we would not do well. It is the fear of doing your best because if you fail, all the effort is wasted. The fear of disappointment… It can sometimes be as great as the fear of regret. The report was on my mind for a few hours right after promos when I learnt that the second draft still needed a major makeover. I could not even relax after my papers ended. I trembled after OP because I thought I did not do well enough; until now I still feel that I did not. The fear that a screwup will destroy all the effort put in.
The burden, the pressure, all over finally. A mere breather?
