WordPress 2.5 is out but the blog won’t ride the hype anytime soon. I’ve been giving blogging a serious thought and its my duty to inform all readers I’ll be on hiatus from blogging until further notice.
The main reason, I’m freeing up time from blogging to do more with life. If you’ll really like to have a more in-depth understanding of the entire situation, I’ll recommend you pick up the book The 4 Hour Workweek by Timothy Ferriss from your local bookstore.
When I return, I’ll definitely be blogging alot lesser but in future, I hope this little hobby of mine will continue to play an even more meaningful role then.
Meanwhile, I think WordPress 2.5 would play an awesome role as a Content Management System (CMS) and I’ll continue to design/paint and soldier till next year.
I’m a little late on the updates but rest assured that I’m still alive and kicking and I don’t intend to quit blogging, just yet. Currently working on a couple of things as well as rethinking where my blog and website is heading next.
What you have lost can only be found inside you.
What you perceived to have lost is often just beside you.
Just as I was doing a little housekeeping this morning, a flurry of dust and dirt caught me whenever strong winds started blowing through the windows.
It’s been tough tidying up with the windy conditions outside but my efforts were not in vain having found a few surprises while stumbling upon things I thought I’ve misplaced (e.g. the blue health booklet which kept all our medical records back in primary school) and items that dates back to about a decade ago (e.g. poster/checklist with all the first 160 Pokémon)
Its been a rather rewarding day filled with pleasant surprises for this old habit of mine not to dispose of useless items. Looking at some of those items after so many years, some actually appear pretty meaningful right now; feels just like reading an old book again.
As a kid, I used to beam with excitement when I tried reaching for the skies while swinging above ground; I still feel the same way when I peer through the clouds from above every plane I board.
Just yesterday, I chanced upon a swing in the still of the night, and I lifted off closing my eyes trying to relieve the same moment I felt as a kid. I felt accomplished even when the feeling’s gone; its as if I finally manage to put a full stop and bury this treasured memory.
I guess that’s why they call me a dreamer.
Whatever’s with the nostalgia then, life goes on for the soldier..
Even on rainy days, when you’re sleeping outside the canopy of the forest shivering and hugging your rifle and pecking the hand guard every time you snooze. Then having breakfast in the early morning drizzle with the rifle wrapped around your torso.
Getting myself back in front of this keyboard after firing a rifle loaded with live rounds and getting dirty crawling in the mud outfield the past week feels kinda strange. The Google page, which is my default home page, seem to present a certain alienated majesty.
Just a couple of clicks and precise maneuvers with the mouse, I found myself downloading video game trailers with military theme. It feels weird when you’re showing sudden interest on a subject you previously wouldn’t even bother thinking, its even weirder when it starts appearing in your dreams.
Back from the Tekong jungle and missing everything civilization has to offer.
Ain’t much of a holiday but there are definitely unforgettable sights (like ant nests as high as my knees, spiders large enough to mask faces and battalions of mosquitoes) and sounds (like grunting wild boars, deafening gunfire and more mosquitoes.)
The only thing I’ll probably miss about my field camp would be gazing the night sky on the hills of Pulau Tekong with the soft winds whispering minus all the male bunk mates who’s just beside you.
Its been more than 2 months training as a soldier and sadly I’ve caught the National Service (NS) syndrome, where conversations with friends revolve mostly about my NS life. Dull.
Pretty much trying hard to broaden my horizons a little by reading whatever magazines and newspaper I can get my hands on in the bunk and looking forward to passing out as a Private and getting a short break overseas.
Its amazing how events can change one’s perception of things. Its like suddenly you’re thinking with a completely new frame of mind and when you start looking back at things you couldn’t quite figure out before, answers start to present themselves.
Its hard to learn from mistakes. Even harder to realize making one. Every time I blame someone for my problems, I find myself silly much later.
Giving back applies to everyone; that includes yourself. Sometimes we don’t realize how little time and space we give ourselves. We ain’t God.
People will do anything to excuse themselves. Not that I didn’t realized it earlier but it seems like it happens in alot more situations right now. Is it really that tough to be honest with oneself?
The essence of communication is simply sending and receiving. I’ve always been on the receiving end of things; be it favors or relationships. Its not getting me anywhere long term; time to send my regards.
It takes time to know someone. Even longer to judge someone. I used to think I’m really good at judging people. Well, I still think so but I guess I have no right to judge someone unless time has already put things to the test.
It takes great courage and perseverance to let go. Because holding on to emptiness is just painfully a waste of time.
Assume nothing. Because life is really unpredictable.