today I close the doors

I don't know you now as I did back then and knowing you again would be entirely different.

doodles

I love long weekends. Anyone who's serving the army now would say the same. Sadly, it's already Saturday. Then comes Sunday and it's journey to the west again. I left my book in the locker. Hmmm maybe I should get another... maybe not. The wants and needs. Sometimes it's hard deciding which is which.

Music. I'm simply uninspired to write songs. It's hard to be inspired. You could call it a... What's that word? Mental/writer's block? It's easy to write about love, heartaches, love, heartaches, love but I'm trying to stray away from that cliche. Perhaps I'm not creative enough. Determination just isn't enough.

I had Indian rojak for supper at chomp. I made a conscious effort to pick as little rojak as I could but it still amounted to 6 bucks and I couldn't finish it. Well, at least I had it. It's been on my list of 'Food I want to eat when I book out' for months now. Striking that out.

We were having this conversation earlier about studies after army when Wilson made me realize how old I'd be once I'm done getting a degree. 27. It automatically brought money into the equation, which got happy-go-lucky-sailing-with-the-wind me worried. I finally understood why anyone would sign on. Just saying.

I like observing people. Why we do what we do, the way we speak, dress, behave in front of different people, the situations we get ourselves into. Everything. It's interests me. I'm not sure if psychology is the right word to use here but you get me.

Sleep.