Sand in my shoes.

Hello, hello.

Tokyo was awesome.

Fantastic experience trying out the INFINITE(literally) number of guitars at Ochanomizu, the INFINITE number of cameras at Yodobashi, walking the endless beautiful streets, getting lost on the metro, photographing, shopping, food, excellent service standards, beautiful women, sashimi, ramen, more beautiful women, and more beautiful women.

I wish i stayed in Tokyo.

Alas, the back home is not as easy to live with as it was with those 5 days in Tokyo. Outfield and more outfield. Camo cream, helmet that weighs a million pounds, stupid rifle, guard duty, mimosa, mosquitoes, sandflies, ants, dust, mud, lack of sleep, stupid missions, route marches, lack of water, rain, sunshine.

It feels like an endless slide, all that is at the end is that you find your head burried in a pool of sand. Sand in your eyes. Sand in your shoes. Sand everywhere. No playmates, no playground thrill.

Then you go “Stupid playground. Fucking stupid playground. I hate you, fucking playground.”

The heart of life.

I’m blogging here again though i don’t know where i draw my impetus from. I’ve traveled quite a bit after the exams to Hong Kong and to Kuala Lumpur. Haven’t stay home much since the papers ended. I enjoy being overseas, and being surrounded by strange people speaking strange languages and walking on uncharted territories. I do miss home, but i’ve resolved that despite all the goodness that friends and family and familiarity that home brings, i want to experience the rest of the world at this point of my life.

Sadly, my immediate future is bound by duty to serve the nation i.e. national service, for 2 years. And these last days made me cherish my freedom alot more than i did. I’ve spent good quality time these 8 days. I am grateful for my friends that i’ve met up with before my enlistment. It’s not like i’m sent off to die in a concentration camp, but having you people to celebrate this end of a phase of life and be at the beginning of another, is wonderful.

And i’ll keep days like these through the best of times, and for the worst of times, for they remind me that the heart of life is good.

British invasion

(seriously would have prefered to be without that shopping bag, and to have a more relaxed stance than look like i was rushing to somewhere(we were indeed), but whatever.)

While i’m back for a few days already, there is a need for me to put my life(meaning waking early everyday and diving into lecture notes) back together. Traveling is always good; i would say it’s therapeutic even. I’ve always found the idea of abandoning everything for some time and escaping to somewhere faraway infinitely enticing, and charming. Life at home is nothing to sulk at actually, but everything about being on uncharted territories, as they say, makes the most lemonade out of life’s lemons. It’s like how people can seek solace in music, in their friends, their stuffed toys and prostitutes; I find myself daydreaming of the places unknown.