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.