Ok, finally got around to changing the introduction text. But as you can see, I'm too sianz to write a proper one, so am going to blabber on in hopes that you will get an idea of what sort of person I am by guessing. Yeah, the format of this blog is crap. I haven't got around to fixing it. Later lah.. Much later...
I like being distracted and occupied. I don't like nights in which I can't sleep, because then I start to think, and this feeling starts to set in.
The feeling that I'm just a body with a brain - which stores information to give me a 'personality' and a 'character'. And what if there is no soul? No spirit? Then when this body and mind dies, this 'personality' and this me will disappear. I will cease to exist.
The feeling that after 18 years, I have only done this much. And what if for the rest of my life, I just end up going through the motions of 'living' - like the life behind me. Then when I die, in a lifetime or two, this person will be erased from memory, history, and effectively I will have never existed.
I dislike this feeling of insignificance and worthlessness. I do not fear death but the loss of myself. I dislike being alone, because it is then when I feel I do not exist.
