YSaturday, June 17, 2006
Reborn.
It's time to pop the champagne, folks! My blog's reborn!
I'm kinda surprised: my old blog had loyal readers, just that quite a number of them don't tag. Following the closure of my previous blog, quite a few had asked, out of concern why I shut it down. It's been several weeks already but I was still being asked yesterday. (: And gosh, do I feel touched.
Honestly, I'm not sure what's the main reason behind the closure myself. It could have been that the mundane in life crept up to me, to a point where I had nothing to blog about. It could have been that the common tests were coming up back then, so I shut it down to stop myself from using my notebook unnecessarily. Or, it could have been that there was this subconcious thing in me that wanted to start life afresh. I have no idea, really.
Then again, there are many other things in life that I do, without knowing why so. I guess I'll never know anyways. Neither do I really care to find out. Perhaps we shall leave it that my old blog "died" an unnatural death but the cause of which is not worth investigating.
On the topic of death, I'm reminded of the fate of a fellow schoolmate of mine. I didn't read the newspapers but heard about it from word of mouth that he died in his condo while returning from his night jog last tuesday night. It was a hit-and-run, a real tragedy.
It was said that he died on the spot and was bleeding from the ears, eyes and mouth but had no form of identification on him so his family was not notified by the police until much later (they did find him missing from his room but didn't suspect anything perhaps). It's scary to think that someone who sits in the same lecture hall as me, is suddenly gone just like that.
Sheesh. "Life", why's it so fragile... so cruel?
But then again, I'm talking about "Life" in inverted commas. Perhaps the lives we're currently living are unreal and that our real lives are our after-lives. In other words, our real lives may start at the point at which we die. Or maybe I'm not making any sense to you... Hmm, I'm not quite sure how to put it either, just that I don't see death as a permanent departure. Yep. So that's kinda explains why I like the last verse of a song by Oasis that goes, "We're all of us stars, we're fading away, just try not to worry, you'll see us someday...".
Death, it's not the end... or is it?
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