Strangely, various memories that were stored in their archives tend to flutter past when my mind takes a breather. The recent army experiences seem so surreal. All the pain and suffering that I actually went through, can be simply summarized with a sentence. I look around and hope for a promising future, wishing and dreaming of what's to come.
But I cannot help and watch time fly. My Sister is no longer a baby, my parents are older and my grandma is in the old folks home. I shan't procrastinate any longer, this Saturday will be the day I visit her.
Looking at myself, there isn't really much to show. I am extremely grateful for the people I've met. I'd probably be dying in a corner without their help.
I am probably the worse writer in the entire blogosphere. Penning down fragmented thoughts as my mind spins.