Half Decade of Reflections
I am driven by loneliness and melancholy to reach for my goals. I had not accepted failure because being alone with my melancholic thoughts was painful. Today, I am where I am because of how I struggled in the process to find myself. It isn’t that the melancholy vanished. I merely learnt to deal with it. Here are some excerpts preluding and postluding the new year festivities for the past half a decade. In my serach for my writings in the past, I managed to idiotically delete an entire blog database by accident for a prior blog. Oh well. Earlier this year, 2011: Sure, there were many people walking in a drunken stupor, but better drunk and happy than sober and moody. What happened to the saint-like Logen who didn’t associate with booze and drunkeness?...
Don’t Mistake Your Curiosity For Concern
Get off your high horses dear friends and stop patronising me. I have never imposed my values and beliefs on you. Nor have I told you how you should live your life and belittle your struggles. So back off the next time you have some arrogant bullshit to tell me when I confide my private life with you. I don’t need you to fix me. I need a friend. Life takes you to places and amidst the journeying there is suffering and self-fulfillment. Often the suffering and pain surpasses the self-fulfillment, especially when the life you seek is unconventional. It is a sad sad world. And we need the people in our lives to be more accepting to our eccentricities, more supportive of our dreams and less judgmental to our struggles. It is difficult to find people who share...
4 Triggers To Take Action For My Future
My stint in Singapore during the interim between the two military exercises has been unproductive. I meant to return focused on the business and my interests for these 17 days. Yet, the procrastinator within has won. Nonetheless, these recent events have re-sparked my passion. (1) Freedom from the army is near (next year) Free from the military in May 2012, I have to decide what to do with life. Which route should I take towards my coffin? I have thought of this numerous times and most of my options are unusual. As said before, I do not want to lead a conventional life; walking on a path paved by the masses who are frightened at expressing their individual views because society frowns upon anything different. I want to find my own happiness, in my own way. (2)...
Wasting My Time For Idiots
I give up. Why should I conduct events for a bunch of indecisive and unappreciative idiots who cannot keep their words? Enough is enough. One by one, at the last minute, I have people canceling their attendance. Once bitten, twice shy. In the future, I will just meet with my friends and have an awesome time. No need for me to keep calling, no need to stress, no need to keep track of who’s coming at whatever time, no need to waste my time and no need to waste my effort. You guys can just fuck yourselves and organise your own cohesion. Logen L.
Pet Peeves About Certain Bunkmates
Honour Your Promises When one makes promises, they are expected to honour their words. I have bunk mates whose words amount to lip service. Talk is cheap. They cavalierly confirm that they will attend a gathering, but back out at the last minute. Common excuses include: I have to drive my friends home, I am currently out of the country and cannot make it back in time because my friends have prolonged their stay. They blame their friends in order to break commitments. Pray tell, why the fuck are you meeting your friends before you have to attend the gathering. You mean you couldn’t have foreseen any delays. Are you so fucking retarded that you do not know your friend’s habits to delay? Disrespectfully Taking Me For Granted I am not your mama shop. You...
What A Way To Start 2011
This year’s new year countdown with my friends was a letdown. My dragon villagers thought it fitting to head straight home after watching the countdown fire works at Marina Bay. I was misled into thinking that we would be partying at some club. I spent the transition of 2010 to 2011 (in the presence of an annoying crowd who kept pushing) contemplating in melancholy about the next one and a half year of my time wasted on national service. Dan-san and I decided to head for Chijmes to salvage the spoilt atmosphere after the countdown. We had pizza till 2am when the place closed and, on a whim, walked towards Clarke Quay. I felt like a dead person walking pass crowds of happy party-goers. Sure, there were many people walking in a drunken stupor, but better drunk...
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