Sunday, July 13, 2008
Receiving the letter for my National Service medical status triggered a thought process in me. The realisation that I had to carry a gun in the coming years filled me with dread, the kind of dread which fills you with heaps of melancholy. This dread came packaged with joy, for it will also mark the end of two years of torturous Junior College life. This train of thought soon found itself stuck as I found my mind wandering away onto more mundane matters.
Now that the fuse was set, another event lit it. The mere mention of a song, "Like A Foojin", alit thoughts of the past - thoughts of good times, nostalgia if you would like.
"Like A Foojin" is a song which finds its origins in the anime BECK. It is a song heavy on the bass and drums, and would hardly classify as easy listening. It however, became the anthem of my glory days, the days of old; the days of gold. It was a song I would hear without fail every week, blasted through the lousy speakers in the computer laboratory. Ah, how I lust for the carefree lifestyle I led, even if it was riddled with bouts of depression. Ah, how I lament the present, along with all the troubles it possesses.
I wonder if I ever can pluck up the courage to leave this little red dot, otherwise known as concentrated hell. Disillusionment has markedly been growing at an increasing rate ever since I finally decided (rightly) that local news was all but a front for the Government. Would these golden memories follow me if I left? I do not hold the answer to that question; any answer to that question has to be bittersweet.
I must say, indeed, it does not matter whether my memories follow me or not. We all still die in the end and these feelings and thoughts are inconsequential. However, I am sure it is permissible for the chemicals of pleasure to invade my mind, even for a few minutes, just to alleviate the anguish called the paradox of life.
Ah, but I digress.
The pressing issue at hand is that the blog layout broke in Firefox 3. Hell, it's about time for a change.