moved
i have moved to http://iamwk.wordpress.com
just a little bit on things that i see along the way, thoughts in my head, just a little diary that tracks the mind states that i go through as i go on in life
new layout, new colours, the black was getting a little too dark and depressing...found this simple white and blue template here.
how do people get to the blog to actually read it? - apart from the odd person who stumbles upon it in cyberspaceWhen i started writing this entry, i was going to say "no, don't write anonymous blogs" but i like this reverse voyeurism epiphany that i just got...so go ahead and write anonymous blogs.
if you don't want people to read it, why blog in the first place? why not start a diary and lock it in a safe place when you're done or write emails to yourself if you want it accessible online...i don't know, why blog?
hmm, maybe it's to fulfill one's voyeuristic nature, but in reverse...having strangers stumble upon your blog and know your thoughts and yet not know who you are! heh, that's a new one isn't it, reverse voyeurism
and on that thought, maybe i should change the title of this entry to reverse voyeurism. let's all say it one more time, all together now...REVERSE VOYEURISM!
such an amazing ability, to know that something is detrimental. and yet we continue to indulge in it...aware, yet unwilling to cease the cycle.
it's 1.19am, i should be going to bed but there's a million things running through my head. and i thought i'd overcome the insomnia after so long...oh well, it's almost like welcoming back an old friend...
hmm, old friends...they used to tell me that friends come and go, i never used to believe them. maybe it's due to that wretched side of psyche that remains sentimental way after the time for sentimentality has long passed. it's way past due time to wake up from this...
i wanted it to last till the end, to stand the test of time. it is almost as if it is alive, nurture it and it will grow while neglect brings you naught. i for one have been most guilty of the latter through certain periods in my life, i make no excuses, i acknowledge the errors of my way. but i used to believe in redemption where the errors can be made right again.
sometimes along the way, we get lost and we hurt the ones closest to us, sometimes later on we find them again and rediscover the friendship again. but sometimes that is the end of it, people move on, close that chapter in their life and see no reason in revisiting it again.
ah, but there is no one to blame, everybody makes mistakes. it is just sad when you discover that you no longer matter in the scheme of the person's life, not even for old times sake. but the hurt could just be a simple reflection of the hurt that was initially felt when one first erred. so there is no one to blame...cest la vie
to all my friends, past, present and future and to those who are no longer friends, this is my tribute to you, thank you for having graced my life.