Day 5

Presenting Day 5's topic:

Six things you wish you hadn't done

IMO, this topic's a bit too open-ended for my liking. Just how immediate or trivial are we talking as far as regretful actions go? For instance, I regret publishing most of my posts so quickly due to the grammatical mistakes I always seem to make when I don't properly proofread, or just eating a little bit of the Lindt chocolate bunny just then.

Anyway, since I dislike going into too personal subject matters that border on being deep and meaningful on a blog, I'll keep this list neat and tidy:

1. I wish I hadn't been so sedentary in year 10. All I seem to remember from that year (apart from the ridiculously hilarious feuding) was just eating and sitting (a glorious but disastrous existence). I don't think I even did any sport except for softball in first term (and let's face it, it's not the most active sport out there). I'm convinced that I'm still attempting to burn away the calories some 4 years later. Oh Karma, how you bite so deeply.

2. I wish I'd never lost my original Nokia 3315 back in year 8. If there was ever a time when a small action had long-lasting and scarring repercussions this would be it. My fringe, the pride and joy of my year 8 self, was sheared away by my raging mother. Hell hath no fury like a mother angered. And so I was subjected to a hairstyle that was probably as close as I'll ever get to having a mullet and being 'masculine' (courtesy of J). When there had been some re-growth, I was upgraded from Asian bogan to a hardcore fan of the Sandy character from the Monkey tv series with the similar hairstyle and all:



3. I wish I hadn't decided to wash my white Converse sneakers. I think I have a complex about white articles of clothing. I know the upkeep of white clothing is a lot of work and the odd stain does occur here and there at times, but those factors still don't stop me from almost pedantically checking on how white my white items are. So I finally decided to give my white Converse sneakers a well-needed clean to relieve them of the term's dirt and dust. Instead of being restored to their former pearly glory, my Converses seem to look as if they've become sweat-stained. I mean, I wouldn't have minded it so much if the whole shoe had taken on that (particularly unpleasant) tinge. At least it may have appeared as if I had a really bad taste in sneaker colours. But no, now it just seems I have an excessively bad sweaty feet problem that seemingly affects my left foot than the other. To this day, I have no reasonable explanation behind my shoes' metamorphoses. Another mystery of life perhaps. >_>

4. I wish I didn't burn bridges so easily. 1 and a bit years later and I'm regretting having burnt bridges with certain people. It was such a pointless exercise. I can't even keep tabs on them directly. Like really, Facebook isn't even a viable medium! But stalking aside, I do I wish I hadn't so easily finished things on a sour note. A costs vs. benefits analysis would've probably told me that but apologies, I was never very good at Economics.

5. I wish I hadn't noticed how much i moult. Out of sight, out of mind right? Compounded by my dad going through a hair-loss phase, I have this fear that I'll end up hairless by the time I'm in my thirties. And to be honest, I don't really want to look as ridiculous as Shane Warne does:




(Courtesy of The Telegraph)

6. I wish I hadn't been so much of a lemming. When I was in my early teens, I felt that a good proportion of my time was spent on worrying about not fitting into whatever the mould was at the time. Even now I'll admit that I can be the hypocritical lemming and still run off whatever cliff everyone's heading towards, but I certainly feel that I've found my own groove since then. It's been a working a progress and I'm still trying to find the niche that's me in and amongst the ephemeral fashion styles and the popular trends (think Asian peace symbol). Cool beans? Cool beans.