My Day Really Starts When I Take A Bath

Most people start their day when they wake up. Some consider their day starts when the day changes (from 11:59 PM to 12:00 AM). Some others have it started when they begin their work. And the rest start their day whenever they desire, with their own reasons.

Me? My day starts when I take a bath. No bathing in a day, it means that the day hasn’t really started for me. Why is that so? I don’t know, I just feel that my day starts when I take a bath. And it really does!

When I take a bath, as the warm water flow through my head, my temple, and over my skin, I feel my body begins to work optimally. Dead cells regenerate, hormones secrete, muscles attuned, and mind cleared. As I finished the bathe, I walk out embracing the sunlight, inhaling the fresh air, and let the music of the morning ambients soothe my spirit. I am ready for a new day, so come whatever may.

After a whole day, when my spirit has almost been casted away, I wash the fatigue away, along with the greases and the stink of a sulky day, by taking another bath. Repeating the process I underwent at the morning, I ready myself for a relaxed rest, where I put myself to sleep and wake up refreshed the next day, to take another bath starting the day.

How convenient.

These Days…

I really loved the IT students’ fraternity in my campus, and I would do anything to help it flourish. But recently I realized that if certain things wasn’t done, my love to the frat will screw up my GPA in campus. That’s time management in doing what should be done given proper conditions and time.

Today, I got up late and missed a class. I could suffer severe criticism (and worse) from the lecturer when I show up the next class. Though I’ve slept quite earlier the night before, I couldn’t help getting up late. And why is that? That’s because of flaws in my time management.

I couldn’t keep it that way. So now I’m breaking the circle. Gotta catch the bus and go to the campus. But first, I gotta take a bath.

Til next time.

Godspeed.

Integrity

I tried to make posting blogs daily, but it’s hard to keep on track. I always knew I got problems with consistency, and that explains why. I got a lot of things to achieve within a year (a year is really a short time in this perspective) and if I’m still unable to overdo this consistency problem, it’s impossible that I could achieve such things.

Last night I had a lengthy conversation with A, the will-be head of my division, and concluded that the problem lies within myself–problem of consistency means lack of self-integrity. I knew I lacked that, and that my good qualities as well as potentials could worth nothing without that, so I made myself a resolution–I should have overcome this problem within one following year.

Too long, perhaps, but such integrity could not be achieved without flaws within two or three months. It’s about reshaping my character, and it could took years in process.

Perhaps conditioning myself could also be a factor to speed up this process; it depends on who I’m with and where I am. Such environments can change a man, and I have to place myself in a progressive environment.

In one following year, I need not only to resolve this self-integrity problem, but also to shape a character based on self-integrity and consistency. I will make myself a work-and-achievement-oriented person, as well as being a REAL man. I knew that when I felt productive, I felt more alive; and the more alive I felt the more productive I became. I just need an extra effort to start the cycle and some other extra efforts whenever chances are to break the cycle.

One year to go. Once I hit my twenties, I’ll have the quality of a man in twenties. Praise the Lord for keeping me on that track.

After She Woke Up

The sun was barely seen through the horizon, and the air was so chilly; yet Nicolette had sat on her bed, awake, staring blankly outside the window. It was no later than 5 AM, but Nicolette had awoken already, and nothing could make her so but the dream she just had. The strange feeling of both peace and emptiness in her heart almost tore it into two, and her mind could only think of one possibility: the girl of her dreams had gone.

A loud shrugging noise followed; something moved somewhere beside her bed. Someone, perhaps. That was her cousin Clara, who shared the same room with her. Clara was about the same age as her, and was inequally beautiful. Unlike Nicolette, Clara was still asleep, and maybe the weak rays of light through the window disturbed her sleep. Nicolette looked at the sleeping girl, watching her innocent face; she couldn’t help but feeling very worried of her. The secret of her, those dreams—she only shared it to one person but herself, and that was Clara.

I will never tell her, Nicolette thought. I will tell nobody. Let this be between me and that girl.
She stared back to the window, watching the bright blue sky. What kind of mission was given to her through this unusual bond with the dream girl? Dream girl—that’s how she and Clara called the girl in her dreams. Clara suggested it, though. She knew almost everything Nicolette knew about that girl, and for this case, Nicolette found it hard not to tell her about the message she got through the dream she just had.

Moments passed as she kept thinking about the meaning of that dream, while suddenly the alarm clock of her cell rang, telling her that it was 5:30 already. The alarm tone was Celine Dion’s A New Day Has Come. It somehow gave her spirit to face the new day, as well as gave her recognition that the new day has come already. Whenever she was woken by the song, she would sit up and check out her timetable in her cell.

But today was different.

It’s December 2049, she thought. December 12. It was roughly more than half a month before the year 2050. She recalled the girl saying that the year 2050 will be very different. What would happen on the year 2050? Would that be something bad, or something really bad—catastrophic? Thinking about how some people attempted to purge her of her existence—whatever those words literally mean, yet she knew that they mean something bad—merely to clear up the trace of her memories, she concluded that it would be.

A hand turned the alarm off, relieving Nicolette from her thoughts. She looked back. Clara had awoken, putting the cell back on the end table before she got back to sleep. Nicolette looked at her and Clara sleepily looked back, so their eyes met for a while.

‘What’s wrong?’ Clara asked, yawning heavily while pulling her blanket over her body. ‘You know I always wake up at six, especially in such a cold morning like this.’

Nicolette turned away. ‘Nothing,’ she said briefly. ‘I just feel… strange.’ A very strong temptation to tell Clara about everything she saw emerged, and she was trying very hard to keep herself from going further. ‘The sky,’ she added hastily. ‘It’s no yellowish grey—unlike most other days. Strange.’

Guess Who’s On Air

Yeah, Guess Who’s on air. And who is that Guess Who? Just keep in mind that it’s a she.

Well, that’s the first time she’s broadcasting alone, so if there’s flaws here and anywhere, that’s highly tolerable.

I’ve sent a request of Paramore’s CrushCrushCrush via message and it was played! Thanks to her, she also mentioned me and gave me spirit to initiate (yes, initiate) the day. Shame though, I only listened until 7:30 AM before I went tracking near the campus.

Okay, a clue. Guess Who is initial S.

And if Miss Initial S read this post, just keep in mind that I thanked you for the broadcast and that you did really well for a first try. Just keep doing this and you’ll get used to it. Cheerio!

Hahaha, that’s it. Gotta go now, being active makes me feel alive. There’s a meeting at one and I have to hit the bookstore before eleven thirty, to give me adequate time to look for stuff.

Two nights before, something bad happened to my friend initial A’s car. That was unfortunate, really, but I hope he’s been through it already.

Next post perhaps. By now, I gotta go.

Godspeed.

April 18 2008 is Near

I’ve made myself a resolution that on April 18, 2008, I can manage to do (at least) 100 reps of push-ups a day. The resolution will be followed up with the May 18 resolution and July 18 resolution, but for now, I’ll focus to the problem at hand.

So far, I could only work 25 perfect reps of push-ups in a row, and it’s quite hard to make it 100 a day. That ain’t impossible, however, and nor very hard as well, that’s highly feasible. Just 15 reps every time I entered my room, and I’ll hit the 100. I can achieve it now, though not easily, but the problem is with the consistency. It’s not that I’m being inconsistent, but my classes are killing me, and I hardly have time, as well as energy, to achieve (yes, I consider it an achievement) 100 reps of push-ups a day.

I will NOT swallow my words back, that’s a great shame not being able to prove my words as well as a failure of the challenge of my consistency. That’s also a test of my integrity; if I fail it, I will be proved worthless.

To accomplish the April 18 resolution is a test of my leadership qualities. Praise the Lord for letting me go this far, and praise Him again, for guiding me to accomplish my missions.

Being Fit and Active

I felt useless these days. Total useless. But I knew that the more productive I am, the more alive I feel. And the more alive I am, the more productive I am. That works as an infinite, progressive cycle. I just need to trigger it a start.

Just three days ago I felt that I’m gonna pass out or ill, yet I kept the amount of my exercise. I still feel a bit less healthy and quite exhausted, but I could cheat the illness.

My dad also bought me some books, which are vital to improve my English, my swimming techniques, and widen my point of view. I spent my time reading them. There were also lots of things to do for me to be a head of division in my frat. Not to mention the tasks I was given. And I am working on my Imagine Cup projects. Still, I could do some exercises, and went swimming to apply the stuff learned in the book my dad bought.

Yeah, I went swimming in my friend Anthony’s, and I knew that I need regular practice. I also notice a fitness center- a gym- in his apartment, perhaps I could spend my time working out there.

I know the pressure, and I felt it most of the time. But I know that pressure can change a lump of coal into diamond, or an ordinary man to a complete failure. I am no ordinary man. Perhaps I’m now a lump of coal, but this pressure will turn me to precious diamond.

I’m sure I can.

Also, I’ll try to post everyday- everytime I could.

Godspeed.