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…