gratitude.

it feels good to be back home after a long week.

feeling pretty satisfied with myself too, especially since my nights were well spent; reading, gymming, running and doing sets kind of sums up my daily(or rather, nightly) itinerary.

there is a need.

only my best, only my best.

new week, new mindset.

train train train, gym gym gym, run run run, learn learn learn, study study study, eat eat eat, clean clean clean, sleep sleep sleep.

let's go!

i smell the weekend.

it is a good smell, the weekend; especially more so if the past few weekdays were fruitful.
there is always this sense of expectation and excitement when book-out day draws closer when one is in camp. but often, when it is finally book-out day, there is little, or in some cases, nothing, to look forward to when the weekends come around.

no one is ever free, or at least, no one is ever free when you are.
well, that is just part of the problem.

there is always cleaning to do, clothes to wash, things to be packed and put away, training programmes to be followed, newspapers to catch up on, notes to study, things to remember, books to read.

this is the weekend; all of the aforementioned crammed into 2 days, or some would argue, less.

it's times like that when i think to myself(i know this is gonna sound crazy), "damn, i miss army(BMT) life."

crazy huh.

bye bye paya lebar.

for now at least.

it's a new week and there's a new camp to go to! and yes, i'm staying in(which means i won't be writing on weekdays anymore).

i'm praying very hard that i'll get the job and that none of us will get kicked out. pray for us too yeah?

focus with a capital F.

today marks the end of week one at my new camp and unit. things are pretty fun so far and the people are awesome. but next week's going to be really unpredictable. some of us will stay, while others will go. on a lighter(and perhaps brighter) note, my new camp's so much nearer to my home.

-note to self: run run run run run tomorrow morning.

"why do i always forget?", that is the question i always end up asking myself.

it is a question that i, unfortunately, have no answer to.

ahh, that knock on the door.

listen out for the day when opportunity knocks on your door;

the reason why so many people never get anywhere in life is because when opportunity knocks on their doors, they are out in their backyards, busy searching for four-leaf clovers.

point noted, thanks FI Nor Rizan.

i will still be giving my best.

all the way from paya lebar!

i can do it and i will do it.

says it all, doesn't it?

hoo-rah.

gotta hate the sin and not the sinner.

will you run with me?

yes, that's the question.

The Hurt Locker.

"You love playing with that. You love playing with all your stuffed animals. You love your Mommy, your Daddy. You love your pajamas. You love everything, don't ya? Yea. But you know what, buddy? As you get older... some of the things you love might not seem so special anymore. Like your Jack-in-a-Box. Maybe you'll realize it's just a piece of tin and a stuffed animal. And the older you get, the fewer things you really love. And by the time you get to my age, maybe it's only one or two things. With me, I think it's one."

- Staff Sergeant William James in "The Hurt Locker".

am i growing old?

for some odd reason(s) that i cannot explain, i do not find joy in wasting time around anymore.
by wasting time, i mean unnecessarily spending precious seconds, minutes and hours deciding on where to go to eat or hang out or doing absolutely nothing at all or waiting for further instructions whilst not knowing what i'm about to do for the next few hours. i am beginning to value sleep. i am beginning to value speed and efficiency. i am beginning to value time.

i seek solace in quiet places and i find my peace in music; when everything around me's all quiet, i shut everyone/everything out and concentrate on what i'm listening to.

on a random note, i'm beginning to enjoy runs and sets again.

sometimes, i do forget

i'll try to remember y'all more often, promise.

said mark twain.