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I can't wait.

7:15

I seriously hate to rush, especially when I'm home. Booking in this time seems a little haunting only because there's SOC on Thursday. I'm not looking forward. My mom's just beside me and she can't stop asking me to go shower even after I've said 7:15 for the tenth thousand time. On the up side, I'm getting an electric guitar come Christmas. I love Christmas lights.

time

I haven't been blogging much, not as much as I want to but I do. There are a lot things I want to talk about. Mainly between people and emotions. I got John Mayer's where the light is concert yesterday. I'd be happy if I was 1/10 as good as he is. He makes me wanna play and write songs. I should probably try to write a song every weekend I'm out. It'll be nice to see a healthy list of songs under my name. As of now, he's the only music I hear. Not really over the fact that I have to be back to the island a day before the rest does. At this point, it's all about endurance.
E-N-D-U-R-E.

stop

START.

flyday

There isn't much to say about my life in green now that everything's become a norm. You wake up 5:30 every morning, have your breakfast by 6 and start exercising a little over 7. That's pretty much how the day begins. I'll spare you and I the details. Going through the whole procedure on a mental playback now would be a pain.

phase two

It's Friday. TGIF doesn't quite apply though. I mean I could go "TGIF, I'm going in the army!!!" but really? Besides, before today, everyday's been a Friday. Well, except Sundays.

Finally going to be learning all the acronyms in there. No more confused face me when someone talks army. Don't worry, I won't be one of those guys who only talk army either. So this is it, the last entry of the pre-enlistee. I bid farewell to freedom. Please do expect text messages from yours truly.

flashbacks

I just read random entries I posted back in '10.
Some of my favourites.

http://mywrigglytoeswrote.blogspot.com/2010/04/daydream.html

http://mywrigglytoeswrote.blogspot.com/2010/04/stone.html

http://mywrigglytoeswrote.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-brain-becomes-solid-when-you-think.html

http://mywrigglytoeswrote.blogspot.com/2010/05/share-share.html

http://mywrigglytoeswrote.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-am.html

bingo

I feel really good having my week all planned out. No more last minute can you make its. So so glad.

morning eyes

I'm blogging now at 6+ AM in the morning because I'm still awake. 4 AM's usually the 'I need my bed NOW' time. The last time I was up this late, I was playing Football Manager 2011 which is addictively awesome. Trust me. Unless you're totally not into footy.

I wrote about wanting to do stuff I've never done before a few posts ago. Today I prawned for the first time in my life. It was rather thrilling, until fatigue crept in. Kudos to my pals who kept the energy level at a constant high. We caught 32 prawns in 3 hours using 3 rods. I have no idea how that stands in rank but I reckon it's pretty good.

my mom

If there's one thing I've learnt in recent times, it is that I don't like being pampered. Especially if it's by my mom. For the longest time, she's been talking about army preparations.


"You should start jogging now."

"Learn to bathe faster."

"Learn to wash your clothes."

"Go swimming this Sunday, test out the water."


I can't swim by the way. She's been repeating these lines almost everyday. It's almost as if army's the only thing that's on her mind and while I try to enjoy whatever time's left, there she goes again. She's gonna have a really hard time once I'm in. Well, I only wish for her to be less dependent on me and perhaps a little less concern. I'm pretty sure I'll be able to adapt to army life once I'm in. Anyhow, I hope it all works out. C'mon mom!

rubik's cube

I've got it all figured out.

recognition

I've never ever thought that I'd be able to get the number 10 on the back of my jersey and having people wanting me to have the number makes it even more fulfilling. You'll understand if you're a football fan. The first number I had printed on my back was 13, when I was thirteen. Then it was 25 when I was in the whole Shunsuke Nakamura phase when he was playing for Celtic. Last year I got the number 7 which was kinda cool but meh at the same time because 7's just overrated. This year it's 10 and it made me realise how much my game has improved since I started kicking a ball. Ohhh~ I love this sport.

circles and squares

I need to break the routine, drive this feeling of nothingness away. I can't seem to feel that anything I do nowadays is significant. That's not a good thing. Maybe I should start planning ahead instead of making last minute plans every time. I kinda came to a conclusion that pre-planned meetings, feel more... full. It gives you more time, mentally preps you and keeps you organized. I finally understand the purpose of having an organizer. Perhaps I should get myself one.

lemons

Me friend, Ben, says I don't try anything new that isn't me and I'll have to agree. I've always stuck to the old, be it music, places, food, clothes. Y'know, the comfort zone? And it seems to me like I've lost any sense of adventure, either that or I never had it. Fine, I never had it. So to kick-start this whole 'I want more life' mentality, I'm going to a temple to meditate TONIGHT. Just so you know, I'm not the religious sort but for experience's sake, why not?

ball game

My arms are still sore from some dumbbell exercise I did past Sunday and soccer last night kinda made it worse. Though I must say, it was one of the better games I've played in recent times and I haven't played for 2 weeks! I was spraying passes across the court, squeezing passes in tight spaces, you name it. I just kept playing the passing game. I was so into it, I didn't have an expression the entire night. Wicked.

boom

It's amazing that within 2 minutes, a statement made by Manchester United on Facebook gets up to a thousand 'Likes'. I was refreshing the page just to see the hits increase by hundreds in a matter of seconds each time. Well, I've got nothing to say about Ashley Young though. Bummer.

wrong chord?

It's just impossible to write a song. After hours of playing the guitar, nothing! That makes it 2 nights in a row now and it's depressing.

Okay maybe there's a time and place for everything.

But still, depressing.

the immovable object

I'm sitting here in the living room, bright sunny afternoon, a good amount of wind from the ceiling fan and a packet of soy milk to quench my thirst. It's the ideal setting for a lazy afternoon really, but I've had enough of these.

Recently, a friend told me how he feels he is destined to do something greater than the usual. I haven't been thinking too much about that, until maybe two days ago and I realized I was feeling the same way. Maybe we all do. Maybe we all think that life could be better. I guess part of why I'm feeling this way is because I'm still jobless after all that talk about wanting a new job experience. You could say I'm not driven enough and I would argue that I'm not sure if retail is really what I want to do but then again, no one person can be absolutely sure of what the future beholds. So you see, it's really a to and fro thing or maybe I'm just making excuses for my laziness. Even I'm confused.

tree top

Space is the word. I wish there was a really huge bean bag beside my bed so I could just roll off the bed on purpose. I'm liking the new layout. I can see the whole room now, I used to be either facing the windows or the door. If I could, I would like a tree too. On the other side of the bed. Imagine waking up to a tree beside you, under a roof. Fascinating, isn't it?

sleep talk

Because I've rearranged my room's furniture over the weekends, I can now charge/use my phone while I lie on bed~ You have no idea how much that means to me, I've got backaches recently. It's 3:33am. I have a thing for matching numbers on the clock, and coincidences for that matter.

music

in the pink of hea... nah, not gonna jinx it

Ah yes, the 1st of June...... doesn't feel any different from the 31st of May(got you there on the anti-climax). I'm NOT going to any clinic this month. 2011 hasn't been all that healthy, I've been seeing doctors every month since the start of the year which is utterly stupid. Paying for medicine because I don't watch over myself well enough? I can do better that.

the upset stomach

It's been 3 days since I had that bowl of laksa and my stomach is still feeling uneasy. If I were to sit for any longer, I'd surely end up in the loo. Well, I might still end up there lying in bed but I'd like to think the chances are lower. There's nothing wrong going to the loo actually. It's definitely not a cleanliness issue. I can't remember where I heard this from but it is said that the cleanest places in the house are your toilets and I agree, to some extent. I just think it's too troublesome defecating this late at night when you can easily let fatigue take over and save business for the morning... okay no, I don't think it works that way.
That's just stupid.

friday morning

It's Friday again. I guess Fridays are arguably the most significant day of the week. If you're working in an office on a five-day week basis, it rounds up your week and gives you that mental boost because tomorrow's Saturday. If you're not, you think back and go "Oh. So that's all I've done the entire week?" I speak for myself here.

With regards to my previous post, no, I have no big plan yet. I probably said that on impulse. I'm a guy after all, but now that May is coming to an end, I'm feeling obliged to get a new job. NO MORE BANK OFFICE JOBS. Job hunting starts next week. We'll see how that goes. My target? Retail.

green ranger

The enlistment letter finally came. I was the only one among my pals who hadn't gotten the letter and I waited for the longest time having graduated in December. I felt like I was forgotten and the letter wouldn't come until I made a phonecall. I hate making enquiry calls. Thankfully it did come and I'll be in the army come September 9th. That's a little more than 3 months from now...

I NEED A PLAN.

volcano mama

Every one of us have had our share of problems in the family. Isn't it frustrating? I'm usually the cucumber. I keep my cool. I think. I act accordingly.

Now, that's the problem.

My mom is an unstable vocalno. It's such an irony. I understand why she does the things she does, I can't come to terms with it, yet I still go along with her ways. That is love but I need to be heard. A cucumber can't be cool all the time, someday it's gotta leave the refrigerator.

step by step

Sometimes all you need is a walk outside the house. You don't even need to get anything. Just take the bus, alight and your little "adventure" begins. I mean, sure, there are times when you want to be around people, friends, hang out and what not but after awhile you come to a realization that all you might need is some time on your own. Besides, not everyone is always available.

I like to think of myself as a tourist when I'm out alone. It's only when you're alone that you notice things you don't usually care about, which takes it to another level of discovery. Surely that can't be a bad thing now, can it?

railway writing

I'm about to do something I haven't done before- blog on a train.

It's no biggie actually. We all do something different or new everyday, we just aren't aware. It may or may not be significant but these little things you do might just make you understand yourself better. A post ago, I wrote that I can't blog when there's music in the background, however, I CAN blog in a train when I have music plugged into my ears. See, self-discovery.

I could have written more but I had to alight too soon.

it's a trap!

Now, back to the long weekend. My ankle felt slightly better on Saturday. It was crap in the morning but it gradually got better. Mom was screaming for me to go to the hospital but I didn't want to. I knew it was an old injury and that I could deal with it. I like it when I prove her wrong.

I watched Family Guy for the first time thanks to my Star Wars fandom. They made parody episodes of the original films. I wasn't expecting much though. I knew it wasn't gonna be as awesome as the live action films but I did LOL. It had The Simpsons kinda giggle humor and while Stewie as Vader was cool, Luke was just fat, which added to the humor.


And finally, Sunday. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. I think Sundays are meant to be normal because on Sundays, you chill. It's the only day you're allowed to be lazy. Extremely lazy.

random fact #1

I can't blog when there's music in the background. It's distracting somehow.

ouch

It's Monday, again. The long weekend wasn't as bad as it should be. I sprained my ankle on Thursday, couldn't walk the day after. What surprised me was how, right after I got the injury, I could still be running around and kicking the ball. I mean it did hurt like hell when my ankle bent sideways but after 2 minutes I didn't feel a thing. The wonders of adrenaline.

It was meant to be an eventful long weekend with a friend's birthday party to crash and some hanging out with the old mates. Unlucky. I couldn't do most of what I wanted to do but what I did do was get myself hooked onto Football Manager '11 which is so highly addictive. Definitely well worth the money. I got the game after dinner with mom at a heartland mall where I was limping because of the ankle. Some experience huh. And that was Friday. I rented dvds too.

cold feet

I hate that I'm sick.

I hate that I'm still sick after an entire course of antibiotics.

that kid

I used to be this outgoing boy who spoke his mind as and when he liked. As a child, there wasn't much to fear because your opinions didn't matter. In primary school, I was the comedian.
The entertainer. I would make a senseless remark on someone who was walking past the class and everyone would burst out laughing, even the teachers weren't spared. I had a gift for such a thing and I embraced it. It was so much fun being around everybody, making them laugh and feeling happy. I was also a spoilt kid, I had all the toys in the world. I would spend half a day battling megazords from different eras of the Power Rangers and spend the other half throwing Batman on the ground thinking his cape would add a little more hang time if I stood on a chair. Then I'd do the same to Superman because he's suppose to be able to fly. When I wasn't feeling toys, I would lie on the living room floor to watch cartoons or sing along to boybands on the stereo. Life was this "happily ever after" thing that was secretly growing darker and most certainly tougher.

We were frogs in a well who knew nothing of the ocean.

big plans small plan

I hate that everything has to start with a plan. Don't you wish sometimes things could just fall into place? I guess for anything to happen, some effort must be put in, maybe even the slightest of efforts. I've never really put effort into anything I've done for myself. I did do up a video for my attachment company which I rank highly amongst my very few achievements but even that wasn't for me. I'm not driven. Aimless, clueless, I think I'm slightly looking forward to serving the nation, at least that's a direction. What happens next? If only I knew.

this week, last week

A week ago, on the same day, about this time, I would have woken up to my alarm clocks that never fail to wake me up. Well, I would eventually switch them off and go back to sleep but that's beside the point. I had a job, and I loved it. Cooking was something I always wanted to be able to do. No, I'm not refering to fancy dishes with crazy hand crafted garnish but simply to cook, to provide food that tastes relatively good when they're in your mouth. It was something I took pride in doing. I would be one of the first, if not, the first person to see if customers finish up their food. I'll never fail to smile if they do. It was a responsibility I didn't mind bearing but as if we don't already know, all good things come to an end. The restaurant had to close for its own good. In a cliché, you would say it's balance, part and parcel of the life package but boy I really miss that place.