some morning in mid november

this is what i wrote.

remember when i said, i need to find the reason of voice of this blog? somehow i got my answer. a personal blog is never personal at all. person lurking around trying to read between the lines and then make assumption that they know you, because that's what you wrote. because they think that your life is define by these binary code in this personal space you claim to be yours. it's sad to know that i hardly ever blog about happy times in my life. i don't blog about my daily routine, i don't discuss current political issues, i don't write personal stuff, erm i think i do, in a cryptic way.. i dont post narcissistic pics of myself

i strive in the solace when i am jotting down the emotions of things i felt only when i am sad. when i am happy, i hold them in my mind, or looking back into a distant memory imprinted in pictures. i don't remember half the things i said complained here. this is how i deal. people may think i am emo or selfish or (fill in the blank)but like i care ..

The Wandering Piccola said, "Don't let your blog define you".
it's pretty hard to achieve, but I do think readers define you by your words.
it's critical to question things you read but sometime those minute questions are to overwhelming for me to bear.

On a very unrelated note, a quote from a movie i watched recently made me think of a world without suffering and war.
"In the right situation, we are all capable of the most terrible crimes. To imagine a world where this was not so, where every crisis did not result in new atrocities, where every newspaper is not full of war and violence. Well, this is to imagine a world where human beings cease to be human."

pj - 11/20/2008 1.18am