2015
Many years later when I look back at this blog of mine, it'll be nothing more than a pack of lies. Like all our favourite history textbooks, we never know what really went on behind those text that tell us things matter-of-factly. We need a time machine, to live history, to seek the truth. Like all our blogs, recollections of our memories are grey. We write what we want to remember, we write in our own biased opinion, we forgot whether we were really happy or sad.
When the past becomes unclear, we start making up our own stories of what was to be our glorious past. I will laugh at this blog of mine, it's uttering nonsense. And I will look at this post I posted and recall perhaps that was the only clever thing I posted. I will look back at the troubled times of 2005/2006 that why I even bothered to post this thing up. The 50 posts before and after this were all lies and stories that I made up. It was probably something I did to make me feel better about myself. I will laugh and laugh. Laugh at the silly things I did over the past 10 years. Something that reflects me but is in fact not me and the irony that, I'm going to continue writing this just as I thought 10 years ago that I would. I will laugh at the fact that amidst the hypocrisy, i'm basking myself in an imagined glory that never happened.
I am glad that I've written this when I'm not supposed to be feeling this way. Because in 2015, I will laugh at this because it is not funny.
When the past becomes unclear, we start making up our own stories of what was to be our glorious past. I will laugh at this blog of mine, it's uttering nonsense. And I will look at this post I posted and recall perhaps that was the only clever thing I posted. I will look back at the troubled times of 2005/2006 that why I even bothered to post this thing up. The 50 posts before and after this were all lies and stories that I made up. It was probably something I did to make me feel better about myself. I will laugh and laugh. Laugh at the silly things I did over the past 10 years. Something that reflects me but is in fact not me and the irony that, I'm going to continue writing this just as I thought 10 years ago that I would. I will laugh at the fact that amidst the hypocrisy, i'm basking myself in an imagined glory that never happened.
I am glad that I've written this when I'm not supposed to be feeling this way. Because in 2015, I will laugh at this because it is not funny.
posted by jingli K at 1:34 AM
8 Comments:
It's the happiness or unhappiness that causes the biased views in blogs. Thus, there're truths amongst the biased and untruthful blogs, just like there're truths behind lies. This entry may in fact become the greatest lie or the funniest entry. Just like this comment.
maybe the euphemisms and sublety occurs more for public blogs like yours? anyway i don't agree that it's a pack of lies. whatever it is, it would be a collection of stories/recollections that you wld hold close i suppose.
--fel
Strange, but I get what you mean.
Strange, in both, your thoughts, and that I actually understand them.
There's truth and then there's Truth. The former is subjective, and easily formulated, manipulated, and re-written. The latter is what shines through, underneath everything else.
The former depends on how you view things and how you put your thoughts down. The latter? No matter what, it'll be there.
It's who you are, underneath all the layers, under everything else, stripped to your core.
And even if no one else can see it, you can.
Why can't I write everything down in one comment? I dunno... Fragmented thoughts. And trigger-happy fingers.
Who are you anonymous? I really appreciate that u know what i'm saying.
Strange indeed.
I'm no one you'd know.
He says "I appreciate all that you've done", then proceeds to disappear soon after.
Appreciation, strange indeed.
I don't mean to sound unappreciative. ;)
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