I swear the Os feels like an armageddon of some sort. It sure seems as though we are all being sent for some kind of mass execution or whatnot. Honestly felt as if I was having my last meal when I was taking lunch this afternoon! But since we have started, let's get through it and get it done right.

Can't wait to fly to Sydney with Jo and CJ for legally blonde after that! :)

Here lies the truth: we all live under masks. Sometimes it seems to me that there is nothing wrong with that, because it has evolved into what appears to be "the norm". We all have our parts in society and it is merely our duty to fulfil our roles, and present what is most demanded of us. At the end of the day, perhaps it is not really what you are that matters, but more of what others want you to be.

As much as I like people to be 'real', at times I believe it is not actually entirely possible for it to be so. Has it ever occurred to you that maybe it isn't the person's singular choice to live under a pretence? Maybe it is not what they want at all, maybe it is just what they HAVE to do; to be versatile, to play the part they are assigned. The world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

This whole idea of appearance versus reality becomes more and more iffy to me with passing days. Not taking it in a bad way, but instead, I am beginning to become more open towards accepting the greyness of things – black-and-white absolutes simply do not exist much anymore. The reason why people need to hide so much is is gradually becoming more apparent to me.

Facades crumble to reveal yet another guise; illusions live in the shimmering glow of mirages. And somewhere amongst those reeky, dust-laden skeletons in one's closet, perhaps – just perhaps – in the deepest, darkest corner, where one would have thought had long disintegrated with time and perpetual yet purposeful neglect, the remnants of your true self lies, semi-conscious and gasping for air. 

 

"O serpent heart hid with a flowering face, did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?... Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace!"

I swear the Os feels like an armageddon of some sort. It sure seems as though we are all being sent for some kind of mass execution or whatnot. Honestly felt as if I was having my last meal when I was taking lunch this afternoon! But since we have started, let's get through it and get it done right.

Can't wait to fly to Sydney with Jo and CJ for legally blonde after that! :)

Here lies the truth: we all live under masks. Sometimes it seems to me that there is nothing wrong with that, because it has evolved into what appears to be "the norm". We all have our parts in society and it is merely our duty to fulfil our roles, and present what is most demanded of us. At the end of the day, perhaps it is not really what you are that matters, but more of what others want you to be.

As much as I like people to be 'real', at times I believe it is not actually entirely possible for it to be so. Has it ever occurred to you that maybe it isn't the person's singular choice to live under a pretence? Maybe it is not what they want at all, maybe it is just what they HAVE to do; to be versatile, to play the part they are assigned. The world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

This whole idea of appearance versus reality becomes more and more iffy to me with passing days. Not taking it in a bad way, but instead, I am beginning to become more open towards accepting the greyness of things – black-and-white absolutes simply do not exist much anymore. The reason why people need to hide so much is is gradually becoming more apparent to me.

Facades crumble to reveal yet another guise; illusions live in the shimmering glow of mirages. And somewhere amongst those reeky, dust-laden skeletons in one's closet, perhaps – just perhaps – in the deepest, darkest corner, where one would have thought had long disintegrated with time and perpetual yet purposeful neglect, the remnants of your true self lies, semi-conscious and gasping for air. 

 

"O serpent heart hid with a flowering face, did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?... Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace!"