Breathe and then the breath is gone,
See and then the sight is gone,
embrace a moment,
and then its gone
such it is that life is,
every second to be cherished.

ugh...yes...
the mortality of existence is bugging me again...
I can't help but be overly calculative about my life span..
or the remaining life span of my parents..
thinking about my funeral...
heheh...
but it is inevitable...
and worrying like that is futile..

A few days ago...
I told Donovan that...
NS is a waste of time and that people who do not want to serve it aren't selfish..
I think that you do not owe Singapore anything...
what you do with your life should be your own..
life is such a sacred thing given to you..
that you should not be burdened by any mortal obligations unless
it is willingly done so...
the choice is of fundamental importance
heh...
well..
NS is a waste of time but in society today...
it has become necessary for it..
I want to see the people in Singapore safe..
I could care less about a country..
but not people.
sigh..
such is the reality perceived by general society..
flowing like a river
that we are driven to follow the currents
difficult to resist it...
we are drawn further and further from what we desperately feel like achieving in out lives.
Where are the saints and buddhas of our generation?..
(6:50 PM)

Damn....
Photobucket's become really laggy recently..

anyway....
I discovered I cannot in any way cure my game buying addiction..
so I've decided to start changing my blog into a game rating blog...
yea...starting next post...

'Want to try 100% grape juice from Isreal?'
(3:53 AM)

alright...yesterday was a pretty screwed up day...
spent the morning to early afternoon tidying up my room..
then headed down to Beach road with David to get my fishing stuff..
finally got a new rod and reel..
then....
we met up with Brendan and Weili...
and ate...in stingray..
(I think you know why...)...
so we did all that and it was at like around 8+ when we got to Sembawang park..
walking to a remote area where we spent the next hour fishing..
Or so I thought..
till we realised that the whole place was a mosquito feeding ground..
some guy was singing some malay song...
which really didn't sound good at all..
Brendan on the other hand..
wasn't fishing..he was sitting in one corner facing the sea...
playing burnout on his PSP..
transendence..
yea...
pretty pathetic night fishing if you ask me..
can't see jack shit..
my line had tangled several times since I can't see anything at all..
in fact,
I spent half the time fixing up my line...
Weili wasn't doing too well either..
so..they decided to crash my house..
where I would show David why Guitar Hero is not a retarded game....
to my dismay and despair..
he was fricking hogging the ps2 and guitar controller after his first game..
obsessive piece of.......
anyway..he is not bad...
but seriously...it was really difficult pulling him away from the machine...
he was stuck on it till 2+ am man..
ugh...
so...finally after eating some late night prata...
my room was finally to myself again..
no more Rockstar David...
phew....
(2:46 AM)

On silver wings I send my prayer,
yet tattered, torn I wonder wether it'll get there.
But I know somehow,
someone's listening...
but I don't know when help will come
so I fall...
down into a spiral.
where I can't get out
But I won't say I'm forsaken
because I know it'll come
someday.

heh...
so this is my second post...
NS life is still killing me...
I originally thought being in the army was pretty cool..
I guessed I was way too influenced by the clone trooper formations in star wars,
the handling of explosives and firearms...
until I got there...
and half the time you're stuck doing nothing...
either preparing for what is to come....
or just waiting and loathing the instructions that is to come...
Now, even as an OOC..
I'm still waiting....
rotting away...
no news about my posting...
so I'm still stuck in the office..
with a partially mentally insane bunch of sargeants...
well at least that makes things interesting..

anyway...
back to my guitar playing....
which is much better than how it used to be..
considering..I'm almost at the point where I can play a song fully..
my rhythm is way better..
(I think guitar freaks helps)...
still trying to get the right strumming pattern and pace for
Live's 'The Dolphins Cry'...
beautiful song man...

well...
suddenly I feel a sense of hope again..
despite feeling that whateve you're doing is shit quality to what you're trying to achieve..
it brings a sense of fulfillment to do what you really want to do...
(10:35 PM)

Heh...
I just changed the address only.
It's quieter here.
(9:33 AM)