And You Asked Me What I Want This Year...

1st Nov 06 = 24


24 seems like an old digit. I can't seem to believe that Im already there. It seemed like only yesterday when I was that geeky boy (still am la...) who'd skip extra remedial classes just to get his comics at Bras Basah Centre. That hobby coinciding with my interest in collecting toy figures. Those competetive days among friends of seeing who had the most valuable and rarest Marvel, Spawn, Star Wars (esp) figurines were crazy. Nonetheless it was fun while it lasted. And there was a certain card game called Magic (wtf!) that I played and actually enjoyed. Buying decks of the cards, I could have had a cupboard full of Topman clothings now had I saved the money. For a moment my world was full of dungeons and dragons, knights and ogres, spells and enchantments. From games of one leg, (you know the one where the catcher has to skip on one leg and attempt to catch someone) to catching spiders to hours spent at playgrounds playing marbles of which sometimes involved money coins as the prize just for the kicks, to being involved in more mature sports games of sepak takraw, tennis, athletics, softball (I enjoyed it a lot) and soccer in school programs. Soccer was of cos my first love. I devoted all my attention to it. Not that I was a total fag in school, there were the 1 or 2 odd girls that I fancied but it was just about where my priorities were then. I was never a sturdious person. I only paid attention and studied in subjects I found interesting and was actually good in, not that there were many! Playing. It's definitely one thing I miss a lot now.

When the things I loved to do slowly disappeared, some forced while others just due to dying interest, music came and saved me. Im sure the interest has always been there, only I never really realised it. Gradually, I developed a thing for guitars, dreaming about playing in a band and performing for people. The interest and aspirations have never stopped since.

To see time and the pace at which it's travelling, is frightening. Let it be that you've seen and encountered a lot of things or not a single happening of significance the past year, time remains impartial and consistent. It has to be the only thing in life that no one has control over. In fact it works the other way round where we are controlled by and live for.



Lately Mum and dad seem to be at peace with each other again although Im not really sure if the storm has passed. I hope it stays that way cos when they talk in the usual right manner, I feel calmed and the house feels like a home again.

The past weeks and days, I never really set aside any time to sit down, think and wish myself anything. So belatedly late, Selamat Hari Raya and Happy Birthday.

Here's to a chance that maybe we'll find better days...

Cheers.