I’m lost.

I’d say my perception of life and of many, many different issues has changed subtly somewhat since the start of the year. It could be because of the experience I had, am having, and will continue to have till 6th Nov 2010.

It’s probably because of that. Although I prefer to view NS as one whole long episode in life whereby there’s no escape for guys unless you a) go AWOL and migrate forever or b) chao geng and get PES F, NS is actually 1 year 10 months (or 2 years) of little intertwined events that seem of little or no significance when viewed singularly, but suddenly mean a lot when viewed together with the rest, in their wholesome entirety.

The Revival.

I think this’ll probably be the third or fourth time I proclaim that I’m back from a literary hiatus. But I do still realise that blogging is perhaps one of the more effective avenues for me to exonerate about 5 months worth of thoughts and emotions.

December: An Anthropology.

It has been some time since I’ve actually written a reflective piece (Christmas cards excluded). But if I continue to put off intellectual discourse, I probably won’t get any more chances over the next year to indulge myself in introspective ruminations anymore, since I’ll either be off enduring all sorts of physical torment in the day, or crashing and sleeping at night.

A photostory.

I have become disillusioned with taking the effort to write long dreary paragraphs chronicling my life and death stories. So I shall just list down what happened since my birthday.

Thnks fr th Mmrs.

I was totally shocked when I realised I had been tricked into a) choosing my OWN birthday cake, b) buying my OWN birthday gift, and c) putting on my OWN birthday candles and panicking when some lighter tio jam.