Blogging

Hardly feel like blogging nowadays. Lack of interest, time and content. There isn't much time for introspection. Every thing is just assigned a simple, "I am at wrong, but that was a good lesson; I will try again next time".

When life is moving at a hyper pace, and your physical and mental endurance are stretched, you really don't think of the past, but the present and future. The present is where you suffer, the future is where you hope. The past? For lessons learnt that ought not to be repeated.

On a sidenote, it's pretty interesting how I suddenly hear new tunes and melodies playing in the background of sounds I'm very familiar with. The music sounds so refreshingly crisp, like I had brand new stereo speakers or something. [In fact, I have a mono speaker, since one side spoiled.] The magic of outfield camping and NS life. After days of singing army songs, especially when singing one single song for a 4km route march continously, music is like .... well, music to my ears. I wish I could play my guitar too, but .... the strings broke. The strings keep breaking, even the new ones. Just one week of changing and they broke. I've ran out of back-up strings, so I can't play anything. Sian...

Konjiki no Gash Bell rocks!! Don't say it ain't.