Author Archives: logish

12/31/07

The Veil Between 2007 and 2008

In a few hours, we shall move through the veil that separates years 2007 and 2008. Not unlike Christmas, the ushering of the new year has little significance this year. I feel especially lonely as others celebrate their friendships and relations.

People are strange. The way we view time. Why wait for a new year to resolve for change? Because everyone else is doing the same? Never mind.

For the year 2008, I resolve to procrastinate less, be calmer and more introspective and be less fearful of writing blatantly honest blog entries. I have got to up my writing standards.

Logen

12/30/07

Drifting Aimlessly Into The New Year

As the new year approach, I knowingly drift without aim. My mind is blank as to what I seek in life.

Perhaps I do know my goals, but sadly, I’ve forgotten them. Life is strange in this way. You get so distracted by your desires and hurts that you no longer remember to live life.

Even now, I struggle with this entry. Though, I have a topic at which I target, I cannot identify this topic. My mind is too lethargic to be insightful.

All I know is, over these few days, I need to regain my presence of mind. I’ve got to seek my direction without aid of a map. And so, my search for myself begins, once again.

Logen

12/29/07

The Legend of Memories

I went somewhere. The place filled with old memories of boyhood. And there I saw, from the third person’s view, of my replay of reminiscences.

Though I cannot turn time, the tingly feeling of nostalgia affirms that what has happened really happened. I am so afraid of forgetting this feeling. Memories without feeling are like legends; things that may have happened but quite unbelievable.

The new year approaches and I’m starting to look back. The past has given me strength and in return I have sacrificed my naiveness. In this life of impermanence, let us live more.

Wishing everyone a Happy New Year.

Logen

12/28/07

Rambling Aimlessly About My Hair, Arse and Money

I change my mind. I like the hair now, despite it looking a tad bit similar to the previous one.

Having not been to the gym for the past 3 weeks, I’m conscious of my arse being overlarge. Sighs. No matter. When the vacation ends, I’ll be returning to the gym.

Anyway, here I await the arrival of my winning auction shipments. The titanium ring better me worth my money and time because of the payment processing problem.

Logen

12/27/07

Haircut That Did Not Wow Me

I had my haircut just now and I’m speechless about it. I neither mean speechless in the good sense nor bad sense.

It looks the same as when I cut my hair 3 months ago. I wanted something eccentrically drastic but what I saw in the mirror didn’t wow me.

New Haircut for Term 2, Semester 2, Year 1

I’ll definitely play around with it to discover the looks I can pull off. However, as I had just straightened it, I will have to be careful. I might just dye it again…

Logen

P.S. I went to Sentosa with Ais and Mandy. Pictures upcoming.

12/26/07

It’s Christmas!

It’s Christmas, or it at least was 30 minutes ago. I’ve made around S$100 of purchases on Ebay and Bidz.

I do have to complain about shipping costs. US$7 to US$20 for an item that costs much much less. If I ever sell big time on Ebay, I will source for a cheaper international shipping company.

Anyway, I’ll be changing my hairstyle on Thursday. Hopefully I can pull off a Gothic look; not the rocker kind but one with a pirate/renaissance look.

Sorry that my entries aren’t really insightful. My moods are affecting it. My domain investments aren’t going well. I feel stupid spending money when I can’t earn it at a profit. At least I learnt the negative consequences of speculative investments.

Logen

12/24/07

The Paradox of Dreams and Love

It’s Christmas Eve. Yet I lack the complete enthusiasm associated with the season.

I looked through my writing journal just now. This is what I wrote months ago…

I see it in my dreams. But no one can take things from Dreamland to our world. The gates separating both realms are sized to our bodies; nothing else would pass through.

Regretfully, I should have slept on, eternally dreaming about my forbidden fruit.

Well, I love my dreams. They are usually vivid and weird. The above prose obviously talks about my love, or rather, lack thereof.

Happy Holidays.

Logen