Once there was a mule, plodding along in the fields, peering into the ground ahead of it. With hooves sinking into the muddy soil, sweat beads gliding down its back, it gave a shrug and a snort. It mused and mulled about the state of things, about what came to be its life. Without annoyance or regret or frustration, just a forlorn reflection.
I've decided that my blog is pretty uninteresting. the purpose of that blog was to keep ppl overseas informed about me in general. i had slowly lost interest in blogging and was only updating once in a few months. So... i thought i might revitalise my blog! hopefully, it won't fall into the same traps of inactivity and non-excitement.