Conventional Blogging

Having lost my wacky humour over the past few months due to conscription and in turn is leaning more towards emotional and personal writings, which I greatly detest and my principal reason for disliking blogs.

And I am back to change that.

For once, I miss times during BMT

Because then I still have a fighting chance; and in 8 hours, all that might turn to dust.

十二日

今天，是没能见到绑着马尾的她，的头一日。

有着些许的不舍。

The Last Waltz

It may have come four months too late, or because this song evokes memories of you, but we should have a last waltz. Figuratively, because I am terrible at dancing.

Prelude

To start off one of possibly many posts with regards to the upcoming Presidential Election, why in the world is Nicole Seah of the National Solidarity Party (NSP) canvassing for votes with Tan Jee Say, candidate of the 2011 Presidential Election and former member of the Singapore Democratic Party (SDP)?

It seems to me that her political involvement has little to do with the well-being and concerns of the people of Singapore, but rather to do with the sole purpose of opposing the ruling party regardless of the movements and policies on every platform.

Getting out of path too fast, too short-sighted.

Delusion

I think when you can change the way people think about you through the way you write, you’ve advanced to another stage where you can write better than what is a monkey portraying its thoughts through garbage presentation.

Father’s Day

To commemorate the supposedly joyous occasion, I am turning in earlier to avoid more interactions with my father, which would make me scorn him even more.

And that is my good deed for the day.

以前的以后

走进了这城市好多感动

看见了旧回忆开始转动

以前的我们一起走过一起自由自在

纯真平凡的生活

让我们在一次回到过去

真心体验那最初的感动

让我们回到以前的以后

长大后想做什么

Just a thought

Browsing through the blog of an old and admirable friend, I find that I’m almost always too critical of things; people and thoughts alike. Delusional too, if I may. His writings somehow makes me want to loosen up, let things go, and simply care less.

My brain is starting to mess up, if not already. My crippled writings has pretty much worsen, evident by the showcase of broken thoughts, short sentences and halts. Losing interest in the computer has never happened to me, but it does now. And no, books can’t help either, and being myself, I know reading is the other reason that I still care about anything.

Brevity is the soul of wit. I guess I am close to the former, but already, I’ve lost my wit.

Rise of the machines

The computer has made me lost two of my most important skills: concentrating and reading. I guess being in prison would probably effectively increase my mastery in the two above-mentioned skills.

Oh, another one to add to the list.