Suddenly me.
It's 10:52 am now and I am sitting at the mess hall in the Naval camp. It's that time of the year where I'm called up to serve the nation. This ordeal lasts two weeks and happens at least once a year, till I turn old. Connection to the rest of the world is limited to certain areas in camp, and when I do get a signal, I log on and try to love my life vicariously through the adventures of others.
Maybe it's not such a bad thing, because it made me come back to my online journal, and touch base with all of you again. Livejournal has evolved somewhat, in a bid to stay relevant to the other social apps around, and I'm glad that finally it has its own server to host images and whatnots. I remember scrambling for suitable image hosts in the past, just to make my posts look more interesting.
Coming back to camp reminded me of my past, and the one who used to work here. If you scroll back, wayyyy back, you can read about what happened. In a gist, I was jogging along the highway when it began to rain and I was soaked through. He came along and valiantly saved me from the storm without a complaint about getting his leather upholstery wet. And as I got off he broached the idea of a date...
That had been years ago, before I knew any better. It was the kind of sweeping romance that everyone needs to have at least once in their lives, but it is also the kind of romance that, much like a lighted matchstick, burns with a bright crimson glow all the way to the end. It was short lived for all the right reasons, and short lived for all the wrong ones too. In the end, it's the memory that I hold dear most and will cherish. I guess that's the kind of bittersweet irony that life throws us.
Many years on, I'm none the wiser when it comes to many things. From affairs of the heart to the deplorable state of my finances and savings. I realise it's no laughing matter and I should really make a conscientious effort to pay more attention to my savings plan. But it's times like this, when I have to be called back to the navy, that makes me feel like I'm back in my youth of 2002, young enough to get away with murder still.
Maybe that's a good thing, because I think there should always be that voice inside us, that spark of foolishness. This place of mine on the Internet, this dorm room I call livejournal, is where I return to when I want to find my youth again. And as long as my words remain on these servers, there's a part of me that will never grow old.
Welcome to my fountain of youth :)
Maybe it's not such a bad thing, because it made me come back to my online journal, and touch base with all of you again. Livejournal has evolved somewhat, in a bid to stay relevant to the other social apps around, and I'm glad that finally it has its own server to host images and whatnots. I remember scrambling for suitable image hosts in the past, just to make my posts look more interesting.
Coming back to camp reminded me of my past, and the one who used to work here. If you scroll back, wayyyy back, you can read about what happened. In a gist, I was jogging along the highway when it began to rain and I was soaked through. He came along and valiantly saved me from the storm without a complaint about getting his leather upholstery wet. And as I got off he broached the idea of a date...
That had been years ago, before I knew any better. It was the kind of sweeping romance that everyone needs to have at least once in their lives, but it is also the kind of romance that, much like a lighted matchstick, burns with a bright crimson glow all the way to the end. It was short lived for all the right reasons, and short lived for all the wrong ones too. In the end, it's the memory that I hold dear most and will cherish. I guess that's the kind of bittersweet irony that life throws us.
Many years on, I'm none the wiser when it comes to many things. From affairs of the heart to the deplorable state of my finances and savings. I realise it's no laughing matter and I should really make a conscientious effort to pay more attention to my savings plan. But it's times like this, when I have to be called back to the navy, that makes me feel like I'm back in my youth of 2002, young enough to get away with murder still.
Maybe that's a good thing, because I think there should always be that voice inside us, that spark of foolishness. This place of mine on the Internet, this dorm room I call livejournal, is where I return to when I want to find my youth again. And as long as my words remain on these servers, there's a part of me that will never grow old.
Welcome to my fountain of youth :)