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 wanted to walk away. I was going to walk away. I did not value her enough to overlook her repeated lapses and failures of the very little that I ask for. Then she said I need you to care. So I walked back.
How can I not care when you ask me to?
ME signed off at 2:42 PM
Saturday, November 21, 2009
108th entry
'A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.' - Wuthering Heights
'Then why are we attracted to those other than ourselves?'
'We were born that way. There is significance in seeking each other, and even hurting each other.' - Shin Seiki Evangerion
'God asks me, "Why?" I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad. We are not special. We are not crap or trash either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.' - Fight Club
Emotional dependence. What a thing. Easier if we human beings were capable of happiness in a self-contained existence.
ME signed off at 9:49 PM
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
106th entry
"I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitements, awaited those who had courage to go forth into its expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst its perils. ...
I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon. I desired liberty; for liberty I gasped; for liberty I uttered a prayer; it seemed scattered on the wind then faintly blowing. I abandoned it and framed a humbler supplication; for change, stimulus: that petition, too, seemed swept off into vague space: "Then," I cried, half desperate, "grant me at least a new servitude!""
- Jane Eyre
How you write my sentiments.
ME signed off at 11:53 PM
Sunday, November 15, 2009
105th entry
My blog posts are cryptic, aren't they? I never tell you what exactly happened, never mention names - in fact, neglect all the necessities of a good storytelling. Lacking a focus on a specific what, why, who or when - even when implied as singular, they are often experiences inter-merged.
Think you're being mentioned? Think again. You're probably right, but it's not just you.
Because... they are not written to chronicle my life. I have no intention of informing you of the mundane events of my daily drudge. They are nothing more than facts, and facts are boring. Do you want to know how's the movie I caught today? Go read the reviews. What are you up to these days? Go read my Facebook. Who cares.
They are to chronicle who I am. What I think, not what I see. They are to chronicle me - at the different stages of my life. They are to tell you who I am. Who I was, for the who I will be.
ME signed off at 11:31 PM
Thursday, November 12, 2009
104th entry
If you've experienced that moment of euphoria, why would you ever want to give it up? You just keep hanging on, in the hope that it will come back again.
Hope, hope - it is the very thing that turns people into cynics isn't it? The betrayal of hope.
ME signed off at 8:55 PM
Saturday, November 07, 2009
103rd entry
There's only so much a person can take. And take it they do, until they snap.
How much does it take to reach that point? Sometimes it's a sliver of annoyance, sometime it's a load piled on and on till it feels like a burden of infinity. But all it takes is for that one step to cross that line - that line so thin, it's invisible.
The fury blooms, and what a great fire that burns. Then the fire dies and fades away, the miles disappear to smoke and shadows - and you turn back, and you are a different person.
