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...
Its a common flaw of ours tat we assume what is important to us as whats important to others. It comes as an unhappy truth to me e realisation of how much of a mirage my ideas have been. Its frankly speaking, irritating. It ought not to dig into me so much tat what i hold upon a high pedestal is in another's eyes nothing but muck. I suppose others have their own morals according to which they operate their lives. but when u have your own set of firmly scripted ideals and principles to which u run ur life upon, it comes as a shock to realise someone u have always thought to b on e same page as u in in fact in a completely diff book. oh, i'm not saying i'm not open to compromise. i'm perfectly able to accept a deviation from my point of view, but when e differing point is completely upside down from mine. . . Its like saying, my point of view is killing n murder is completely n utterly wrong. Another comes along n says kiling is e correct action in cases of self defence. tat i can consider. but when someone comes along n says killing is great! Its a primal instinct! hooray! hoorah! lets go kill! It becomes a problem 4 me 2 accept.
ME signed off at 11:19 AM
Thursday, August 11, 2005
24th entry
I sit, and think back.
And back and back I go until I wonder. Who might I be right now? If my time line had not led me here?
What stranger would I have become. . . if I had made different choices. . . or had different choices made for me?
If I had never left Japan, I would barely speak English. How drastically different I would have turned out because of that lone detail!
I would speak in Japanese, think in Japanese - the name Singapore would mean as much to me as the name Honduras, Laos or Cryprus would mean to you. Your name, dear reader, would mean even less. Nothing. As mine to you. A foreign name. A silly name.
Think of yourself with a different outcome. Think if you met this doppelganger of yourself, would you see in his or her face a grain of yourself reflected? Would you see yourself as an unique individual, or just another bland unit among other bland faces? Would you even like yourself? Perhaps this person of an alternate future may even find you tiresome company.
