through the looking glass

Wow it's been a long time since I've been on blogger and typing a post to a blog that is not my own! Jy just said "Omgosh my blog is doomed" but I beg to differ. On the contrary, whenever it suits my humour I shall blog here, hence livening up the Very Dead Atmosphere here!

(And since I guess the readership here is relatively lower than my own blog it should be fun!)

Jiayu is random and I am bored so this post shall be a bored and random post!

I have always found the concept of identity extremely intriguing.

Since I have not mentioned who I am, how would you be able to guess the identity of the author of this post? Perhaps, some individuals familiar with my writing style would be able to hazard a guess. As of now, though, to the unwitting reader, I could be jy.

In fact, what makes you so sure I am not jy? Oo

So how exactly do we define ourselves as individuals? What makes me different from jy other than the fact that I know I am different? Or am I really that different after all?

It is like playing tic tac toe with chairs.

Okay the above was a completely random statement! :O! Omgosh.

Back to the post. Let us assume that I am not jy. Will it makes things different if you were certain of that fact? Would it change your opinion about what I write here? Would you be able to hear my voice in your head?

Then let us switch to the assumption that I am jy. If I am jy, what is the purpose of my typing this post?

So many random questions in life to answer!

Which brings me to the idea of why I am alive.

I supposed I am alive for a reason. Put here on this earth to live and breathe, for some purpose. To find that purpose seems rather challenging but I shall try sooner or later. When I am feeling less lazy, lethargic and weak.

Why am I typing this blogpost? Sometimes I do not know why I do things. Sometimes I do things for the sake of doing them. And sometimes it is because people tell me to do them. Sometimes I do them for fun!

I want to live, I guess. Lives are good for you. I want to breathe the fresh air and walk under the sun. I don't want to waste my time counting down the hours to the next day. I want to get up in the mornings and not the afternoons. I don't want to have to look back on a wasted youth and feel these wasted hands stuffed in the worn pockets of my jeans. I don't want to recall all those squandered hours and wonder where my time has slipped away to.

I guess I want to live.

It is 11:55. Work beckons. Life goes on.

Hahahahaha omg I just realised after all that existential debate that my username shows up under author! That's just plain evil!

Never mind!