JOURNAL | Dying

How does one die?

This is the question that keeps haunting me for the longest time. There are nights like this one that I wake up in the wee hours of the morning trying to figure out what if I die. Or what if I indeed am already dead. What if the things that I do are just repeated actions I do when I was still living. What if this blogging had been done before and I just felt doing it again. Finally what if what I feel is just an imagination?

JOURNAL | Finally, posted the slideshow

Finally, posted the slideshow

Whew, after some time I've finally posted the slideshow in my site. One reason why I won't make a good web designer is because I just don't have enough patience. But here it goes, at least something to jazz up my site. Enjoy.

JOURNAL | Instrospection

Instrospection

I tend to dwell on the past, and whenever I try to write something I always find myself introspecting. Perhaps this is a manifestation of the suppressed identity inside me, the one who longs to be in the world; the one who wants to enjoy all that life has to offer. But it is exactly for these reasons that the person inside me just can't go out (or at least wouldn't come out) simply because it is too hedonistic, only seeking pleasure while the "real" me is working hard to make both ends meet. 

JOURNAL | Just before breakfast

Just before breakfast I've thought of some things about my life-

About how my life could have been different if I were in another country, England perhaps. Would I be more hardworking and independent? All my life I've always wanted to support myself and enjoy life knowing that I am working hard enough to do the things I want to do.