I’m at a stage where I need 48 hours instead of 24. My weekends are becoming increasingly filled to the brim and sometimes… just sometimes, it’s not a good thing. How I wish the clock can tick slower or maybe at the same speed as it ticked on weekdays. There are just stuff that I WANNA do and stuff that I GOTTA do, of course the latter has to take precedence.

I always have this lingering aftertaste feeling whenever a weekend goes by as I find myself reflecting on it while I lay on my comfy bed in my bunk. Then I start to ask myself loads of questions… Did I spend enough time with my sister? Did I ask her enough about her life and school? How’s my dad feeling; I rarely talk to him ’cause he works and I play on weekends. Have I surfed enough of Facebook, played ample FIFA09, chillax-ed to my heart’s content with my friends?

And of course I can’t divide myself into so many parts - how I wished I could - thus I can’t please everybody.

Sometimes I hate myself for being someone who’s so organized so much so that I create a mental list of the things that I had to do. Now I can’t erase that list and it just keeps snaking till no end.

It’s May already. I look around me and people are moving on with life. Haikal’s excited over graduation and waiting for enlistment, Mike’s happily studying about water molecules, reading Cheesejoob’s blog right now is like reminiscing my own past, Faddy’s making her own Travel channel and the guys… will always be guys clad in green. Medic, recce, signal, air defence, lobo, MP for for another 17 more months thereabout.

I guess I should move on too…

Lagu favoritku masa kini. Yang aneh nya, ia dalam Bahasa Indonesia. Tapi apa yang pelik nya ya bukan? Radio di Singapur semua nya putarkan lagu-lagu dari luar negara.

Wa duuuh, feeling jiwang kot aku ni.

She pushed forward, she grabbed the handlebars, she pedaled, she braked, she lost her balance, she fell. But she never gave up hope.

So after only 2 practicals booked with me aka The Instructor, my sister has unofficially passed her TP and obtained her biking license today. The circuit was long - from the Cableski to McDonald’s at ECP - and by right she should have failed the test due to the numerous demerit points accumulated. But aiyah, I closed one eye lah!

I’m so proud of you Sis! I still remember how many pillars I crashed onto back then while I rode my friend’s bicycle down a gentle slope, just to master the technique of balancing.

And now my Sis wants to learn how to play the acoustic guitar. I don’t remember me being so inquisitive when I was at her age!