025 Back To Square One...

Sometimes, I fear for the future of blogs like this, because other than pretending to be non-persistently political they require some time to mature to a normal blog, and not the whims and fancies of some deranged guy with nothing better to do, or someone who likes to read what he writes countless times online. Also, the effort put in to maintain matters that actually interest the reader rather than personal affairs and recounts that becomes rumours once spread online is not minute.

So, it's back to square one as I find myself once again in the dilemma of finding time to think what to write in my latest blog entry and actually writing it out and also actually edit it, and read it myself to see if i sound like some blabbering fool, which i do every once in a while. I can't complain though, it is the best i can do while trying to figure out what good life actually is, and trying to determine whether work is more important than play or vice versa. While censorship here is only practised as often as I go to Clarke Quay, things here are actually really random thoughts that the mind spits out and nowhere near being politically correct or self-preserving. But, it is the humour derived from there that I truly value. Time was truly of the essence as in the first phase in May, all that blah-blahing had to stop because of time constraints, and now i start again, only to find myself wasting time yakking.

But, this time, the time is plentiful and more relaxed so i'm not under pressure to refrain from writing overly long blogs, but once life picks up again, expect less and shorter blogs, but still strangely political and oddly witty. Now that I'm done with my confession, life will go on for me, just pray that i will continue blogging for our entertainment pleasure...