I've been on hiatus for quite some time now. Perhaps time enough for my return? 

Meanwhile, I'm still away living the barrack life (sort of). It gets better as the days pass like a fleeting phase, that slips unnoticed in the fabric of life. Such is so that I foresee spending the remainder of my 19 days left on the calendar. 

I simply cannot wait to get out of here when I consider the 3 months I put my life on hold to undergo this period of "commitment" to my country. 

But depending on the way a person sees something and the attitude to which they adapt to a certain situation, the whole issue falls into a fray. Maybe some will learn to enjoy it and others despise it still; but whatever the consequence, it serves to teach everyone a lesson. 

This week:

I have learnt to appreciate every single minute I get to spend with my phone. 

That the worst experiences make the best stories

The most distant of friends will come in handy

It's the bridges in moments that are oft forgotten most

Who knew I'd miss glutinous balls so much!

I didn't think it would be possible to be away from home - in both a sad and happy state. I didn't think it would be this easy and this difficult. I didn't think I'd learn this much from being here. It's as if I've just had the shade removed from my eyes. 

To really know one's value, it would need to see that object being taken away from you in the first place. I've never appreciated the amenities that I took for granted until I stepped out of that door; neither did I realize the degree of the relationships and friendships I had with different people until I left home - and being here has magnified the significance of my discovery of each and everyone's position in my life. 

To say that being a part of national service is a waste of time would be partially truthful. I do agree that this place has a way of making you feel like you have so much more to do; and the pointless sitting and waiting around for orders to be given. Of course I still very much want to go home, but I know the next time I leave home, it'll be a lot easier to cope with.

Perhaps this was the break I needed to discover something in life? Where I could finally discover the importance of being independent and street-smart, or to just know that a person's adaptability is based on his attitude. For how could the bane of so many be the joy of a few? Surely they saw something else that others failed to see. 

With this, I apologize for the month long hiatus and promise to update as frequently as I can. Given the service out here is pretty non-existent, I simply hope that the line here will improve as each week passes. 

She once told me, "It's not always going to be about fun and games. One day, you'll have to grow up too." Back then, I just let it slip a lot, under the pretense that 'I'm young, let me live a little'. Frankly, how many times will I have to pull that line on myself before I get old? I don't know. 

There have been many instances where I wished I could do a lot of things and be in a lot of places, or just simply wishing for time to pass. If I were to think back now, things that I held dear back then don't even mean a blip at the moment. In this instance, it's just me against the world; I know I'm not alone, but I feel like it's a walk to be taken alone. No one can walk it for you. 

When I weigh the consequences before acting upon anything, I often question myself to why I find the things I do at the moment important. 

No, it's not always about fun and games. 

Because it's time to grow up now. 

It's been quite some time since I last dropped word unto this blog. Much has happened. If I were to dive into it, it would be one of the most chaotic lines I'd have to think up. 

Life has just been there. It's fickle, but it's up to us to do our best to make it so much more. 

The one thing I've always loved more than happier times would be my independence. The existence of having no need to answer to anyone. Where you do no wrong and never mess up. The world is your oyster and you are its keeper. 

It would be ideal if my happiness didn't depend on anyone. But I'm beginning to realize that's ultimately impossible. 

It's funny how little things one says can make a person smile for days.

I find it hard to cope these days. It's either too much of something, too little of the other. I really don't understand how some people manage to balance out their time and priorities so well. When I try to draw out a pie chart, that's when I notice I simply have too many things to fit on my plate. 

What happened to keeping a healthy balance, aye? 

With plaguing worries and a countdown that just doesn't seem to get any closer; I feel a little like a drifter, sifting and hoping for the best in life. How can I end it before it ends me? 

I don't know how to put it into words anymore. Like how perseverance is something so pensive that pays off, but the wait to get there is just so hard. I don't know what I'd do without my friends and confidantes. This lifestyle is too fast-paced for me.