Instead of hitting the games right away the moment I reached home, I decided to sit down and (try to) write an entry worth the readers' time reading. Challenging task.

Despite my lack of meaningful blog entries due to my monotonous lifestyle this half-abandoned blog of mine still receives its share of readers every day; definitely not hundreds of hits like those celebrity blogs, only single-digit visitors on weekdays, with a little over ten during the weekends, and I am really very grateful for that, for it perhaps proves that I am not what my MSN sub-nick says I am.

Blogs, one of the results of Web 2.0, has survived over the years to become one of the most popular mediums for information sharing. Besides being a substitute for diaries for many, blogs are used by some as online commercial stores, by some to publish podcasts and jokes to entertain the masses, and others as a way to make themselves well-known overnight.

Blogs, with their abilities to store past entries as archives, serve as wonderful memories in which they can revive as a click of the button. I have always enjoyed reading my own past entries, but unfortunately my English vocabulary is not good enough to bring out the tasty juices within. Luckily for me I have friends who went through the same shits as me, and thus provide a stereotypical view of my past experiences. I also have the benefits of a class blog, where different people provided different preceptions to things that had happened around me, and my (previous) CT rep from my JC class who can use his powderful English to make the good old Vee Jay days sound like they happened just yesterday.

Indeed, days seemed much better back in the past. School was stressful of course, I was disappointed with my crap results, whether academic or co-cirricular. But there were plenty of fun times I had with all my friends, from secondary to college. The times spent walking down the slopes of AHS towards the MRT station, then afternoon tea TM MacDonalds before heading for home. The dumb jokes cracked while on bus 31 home. The days in [AC]². The days in iCOMP. [Shit I am too geeky.] Soccer at AHS street soccer court. LAN at Katong. Not forgetting the numerous class gatherings.

Now, nine months since we have graduated from college, everyone is leading separate lives now. The class blog has become a graveyard, with the occasional stir nothing more than a cat meow. To be fair its not just the class blog; most blogs I notice, even mine, are struggling to stay alive, or is it because I lack friends of age groups who are not in uni/in army/studying for O'Levels/A'Levels now? Haha. There is hardly any time for any outing, and the nominal roll is always a miserable number.

Judging from my past entries I think I sound more cheerful back then.

Staying in camp dulls me out quite abit. Sometimes I just could not find any energy to joke with the fellow signallers in my company, so many times I am actually left on my own. Sadly the same thing happens when I book out. So a dull me can only produce dull entries which dull the readers.

Hurray to the blog archives, not just mine but also my friends', for they put smiles on my faces everytime I read them. Hopefully these blogs will stay on, so the archives will always remain in the years to come. Some say that we should not look at the past anymore, but rather, look forward, but then I beg to differ.

Sometimes when I listen to songs from my MP3 player I have the habit of listening to the same song that I like over and over again, just to savour the nice melody that comes out from the earpieces. Sometimes I listen to a song for a couple of seconds and I skip off to another song, because I don't feel like listening to it. I wonder what may happen if there are similar controls on our lives. Skip the exam periods because I don't feel like taking them? Staying at the same spot and playing soccer over and over and over again?

On the other hand, I think perhaps because there are no such controls on our lives, that we learn to cherish the fun times we had, making them all the more worthwhile to remember, and to endure through the hard times, then taste the fruit of the labour.

I'm not entirely sure the purpose of this entry; as usual my incoherent mind is acting up. Perhaps I just wanted to make sure readers don't waste their time coming here each time. I have more to write, but a break first for now. Hopefully I can get something else up before I book in tomorrow at 10pm, for a sentry duty on Sunday.