Wednesday, August 31, 2011
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.
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.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
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!
"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!
Friday, August 12, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
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.
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