|Posted by StreetkidIndustries on January 15, 2015 at 7:05 PM||comments (0)|
I’ve never been a fan of water, especially lakes, rivers and the ocean. Who knows what’s just below the surface but I just had to try kayaking and wow . . . what a ball !!!
Turns out it was so much fun and I wasn’t even worried once about falling in, although the kayaks were made hard to capsize. The water was so warm, it was like sitting in a bath . . . albeit on a floatie. The weather was so warm, the sky was bright blue and a nice cool breeze hung around pleasantly. What more could you want?
And I realised that I hadn’t had this much fun for such a long time. Doing my bucket list is a blessing in disguise. Sure I don’t have the funds to do cool stuff like trek through Nepal or visit Egypt but just doing little fun stuff around my city is such a buzz. I am challenging myself . . . challenging myself with new things I have never done before and oneday I will be able to step it up. It’s about breaking the boring day-today routine and it’s even more of a thrill when you do it with mates, like I did kayaking with my buddy Craig.
So try something new and write a list of cool things to do! It’s about having fun!!!
|Posted by StreetkidIndustries on January 12, 2015 at 7:05 PM||comments (0)|
Like a child, I excitedly envisioned the animals on my mental list as preferable to see, as I paid my dues to enter the Perth Zoo. I had wanted to visit for so many years but hadn’t made the effort and now I waited with abated breath and hope that this experience would be as fun as when I was a mere child.
I was surprised that there were hardly any patrons in the zoo, considering it was the middle of the school holidays. Had technology and gaming taken away the child privileges of experiencing the world and nature? I had expected it to be as busy as a normal day at Adventure World but no, I more or less had run of the place, no queues to see the unexpected. This could be defined as sleepy animals who most of the time managed to abstain from public view!
I enjoyed walking around the trails that lead to hidden enclosures emersed in beautifully designed environments, drowned in greenery and kept cool with tall trees of a hundred years. I remembered the vibrant sounds of the animals more clearly as being loud and theatrical that last time I came, not the silence that embedded the closures of sleepy animals, Voices of excited children filled the air from time to time, also nowhere near as dramatic as I could remember. Still, it was fun playing Where’s Wally amid camouflaged environments in hope to spot a little bit of life and playfullness among the withdrawn creatures.
Much had changed but then much hadn’t, a bit of both intertwined in the locations I had wandered as a child a mere few decades ago, lost in innocence and wonder as I had held the hands of a parent to experience what little I knew about the real world . . . limited to enclosures at the zoo. It was a pleasant experience, particularly spacing myself away from technology for the day, which tends to limit my sense of self. But as I think back, perhaps it isn’t a place to go without friends or a nicely packed picnic basket. Sometimes it’s not the same visiting the fountain of youth that enables us to revert to the past. My joyful memories in this case are quite suited to being left alone. But it was a nice day nethertheless.
|Posted by StreetkidIndustries on January 9, 2015 at 7:00 PM||comments (0)|
Swimming is like a chore, something you just don’t want to get around to doing and easy to procastinate about. Sure, there are some who enjoy it but it’s like running, something that’s hard to fathom how people can enjoy it. I just can’t seem to get my head around that one. But after smashing back my pre-workout shake, setting out on foot and indulging myself in my latest obsession with the “I’m An Albatraoz song”, I was ready to smash it out.
It’s always hard at first. Getting in the cold water. They call that heated? It used to take me hours as a kid to get into a pool. Now I just jump in, have a mini heart attack and then shove myself into the freestyle routine. The body cains, instantly asking me what the hell I am doing! It’s the head numbing reminder that I can quit. I don’t have to do it. I can get out of the pool and GO! FLEE!!!
But I keep going. It gets easier, especially when I start to daydream. Goals mainly. I really want it . . . everything! Fitness, BMX milestones and top placings. I start counting to 10 laps, then 20 and then 30. So it’s time to hit the breakstroke, something I haven’t done in so many years that I’m surprised my body can remember how to do it.
It’s a slooooow swim which started out fast. But I kinda like the relaxing quiet of breaking through the water, gliding like an effortless water bird. Just like freestyle, I focus on every movement, perfecting every stroke to the point it counts. Might as well do it the best I can, just like everything in life.
Finally I have reached 18 laps of breastroke, by now my body is caining, the muscles are heavy like lead, telling me it’s time to give up. But I feel elated, some form of energy surging through me as I smash the last 2 freestyle laps. I haven’t done more than 30 laps in some 10 or so years. At least I can’t remember anyway, it’s a fossilised memory I can’t seem to retrieve.
And it’s done. Nah, it wasn’t that hard but wow it feels fantastic. January 10 – an achievement. So far every day this year I have been able to achieve something great, today being something on my bucket list. Now the hard part, to keep doing it regularly. I realise that if I could achieve all my other goals like this swim, life would be brilliant. I just have to do it, don’t give up and reach the end!
|Posted by StreetkidIndustries on January 7, 2015 at 6:55 PM||comments (0)|
Although The Ankara Project began in 2011, little amount of effort or passion was interweaved into the goals and idealisations but it is now time to start afresh in this fantastic year of 2015 and we want you to come on board.
After years of undeveloped goals and aspirations, little has amounted in terms of quality memories, adventures and challenges, resulting in a life so bare it amounts to nothing more than a common life which we have come to dread.
This is the time to take astride a passion for new goals, adventures, skills, fun and excitement. Whether it’s returning to something you loved as a kid, baring your bravest thoughts against your fears or attempting to amount to something greater than your imagination, come on aboard and join us in this fantastic journey as we ourselves, attempt to challenge our imagination. Or lack of.
Welcome to The Ankara Project and stay tuned for more to come.