I have drifted so far away from my blog these days, I need to kick myself back into the spirits of updating-regardless the subject in question. I’ve always had this obsession of starting new blogs, spending days and days of grueling work trying to find the best template to use, modify the template so as to suit my preferred theme and then… that’s it. That’s all there was to my fetish for blogging-simple yet heartfelt depressing because there lacked true meaning to the spirit of blogging.
Blogging, I have come to realize, is far more than expressing your thoughts to public so that you can attain the most number of views—although I still admit I crave after such an accomplishment. It comes with a substantiated zest that says “Hear my life because I am PROUD of it”! The same way we assume national day is just about celebrating an anniversary for our country and to showcase clichéd gratitude to something almost non-existent per se, and yet the true meaning behind national day as depicted by this year’s significant theme is that, we do not fly our flags because we want to be recognized as patriots, but rather, because we are true blue jingoists and want to proclaim our pride in being a citizen of Singapore.
True indeed, it took me a while but its better late than never and I have returned with something incomprehensible to several—not because it has been powdered with layer and layer of thick flowery smoke, but rather, it is not easy to understand a diary that has been unveiled to your very eyes without truly belonging to its context…
The long holidays finally ceased after such a short span of enjoyment. It was a worthwhile break, one that would be rare in time to come after the final September holidays, which will be the arrival of the End of Years, aka the most dreadful period in history (perhaps too horrific to have been recorded). I must cherish these moments that I have, left stranded with nothing to do (not that I am done mugging but rather my mood instructs me otherwise), embrace these lapse of solace and peaceful glades within my heavily-burrowed soul.
Perhaps, I may waste tonight’s prep doing absolutely nothing because I feel like it.
Perhaps, I may maximize tonight’s prep indulging in games and random activities like this right now because I feel like it.
Perhaps, I may be studying somehow because I (with my fingers crossed) feel like it.
Because tonight, freedom guides me and so will instinct and so onward, let us venture into the unfathomable unknown and take whatever life offers…
The thought of clutching that special diary of your secret admirer or your enemy your bear a deep resent against, with the only key that fits the tightly sealed lock, guarding whatever interesting secrets you will uncover in moments to arrive. But will you have the courage to open it? Will you have the knowledge to absorb it as it should have been? Would it be what you expected?
Whatever the outcome, just read it—there’s no harm in doing so J