It’s been a while since I’ve written anything here, for several reasons. One of these reasons is my preparation for an intensive holiday. In our newly-mounted obsession with Tokyo and a festinated spate of cheap flight deals, Luqi has badgered me, to badger others, to raid their minds and generally gather enough people to write an impressive ‘What We All Did In Our Holidays’ photo-piece when we return from the Land of the Rising Sun. So far I can report that we were met with jaw-dropped silence and a favorite 'no money' line; 'A little mad', it seemed to them: there is, of course, cheap lodging. The room’s big enough that a piano isn’t inconvenient, or menacing, but perhaps it is, for S$48 per pax per night. Maybe they'll regret it once I finish writing this.
In the past week, I passed my Class 3 in stupendous fashion, and I realized something: the best only get better with time. I absolutely loved the prognostication of planning in fine details: life, indeed, is like a wheel. It goes up; it goes down; but it keeps on going on; it explicates to us that there are some things we do yet we don’t know the reasons why, just as there are some things and people we like without knowing the reasons why. Despite everything, however, life must go on. All our lives we are beset by the face and the fact of our own humanity and failures, yet we must go on. We keep on, because to keep on is to keep on living.
As for this blog, it seems that at present long thought-out posts aren’t possible — though of course my predictions have been wrong in the past. This would be disheartening if I thought I was working on some kind of massive project, but since I don’t, it isn’t: blogging or not, the point is that I have fun. After spending time aiming to write at a relatively high altitude, I feel like lying down where all the ladders start for a bit, so posts here might get a bit discontinuous, if you may.