Tuesday, February 5, 2008

If I were to write the story of my life right now, it would be a book of blank pages, of million and million of blank pages, cos tat's what my life has been so far...

Haha, sounds dramatic eh...

And perhaps that's why we need movies or books or stories just to try to fill up the space in these blank pages and pretend they are part of our lives.......

And perhaps that's why we enjoy thrilling amusement rides because at least a few pages of our lives are splashed with thrill all over it.

But at least my story is not a life of tragedy, like Macbeth....... It's more like Beckett's Waiting for Godot.... But which is worse? Who is to know?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Everyone's life has its own meaning.. You will be surprise how your life is being envy by others.. So do not belittle yourself and share your beautiful or sad memory!

Sui Generis said...

Haha, thank you anonymous. I wonder who in the world envies my life.... Sharing? I have a problem with sharing, I'm a very selfish person, I keep to myself