amber night
if you walk out on me
i'm walking after you
...
i'm listening to foo fighters, with a giant pile of unread (but woefully subscribed) times magazines, a few loose pieces of National Geographic, study light switched, notebook and pen ready for the pickings - but here i am typing away on my macbook.
this is what i mean when i say, technology robs us of all the simple things we used to do.
so with a certain (not-yet-cultivated) self discipline, i am going to attempt to finish up this entry, after which, peel my monitor-hungry eyeballs away from the screen and find comfort in works and words inked or penned, and not fingered (?) in through a keyboard.
it's been more than a year since my enlistment into the army, and it's less than a year away when i'm going to be out of it. it's strange that i'm excited about ceasing this national slav, i mean, service - but to a certain extent, i'm beginning to realize what everyone's been telling me about army.
it's brainless, and worry-free.
i don't think i'd get that a lot back in school, or at work.
but that's tomorrow's problem. i'll worry about it then. for now, back to my notes, magazines, cut outs and tangible words.
(P.S. I can't log into http://singaporemarathon.com/ can someone tell me if it's my connection, or is this happening because everyone's trying to get on the site too?)