Change

Contented with the status of my life right now. There's this nice balance to it: work, drums, piano, going out on most weekends and slacking the rest of the time. There's a pattern that I have gotten used to. Days, though monotonous, are predictable and this gives me some form of security. I can't imagine what Friday will bring, how it will upset this balance and the consequences I have to face. I'm going to block everything out right now.

Change is inevitable; change is constant.

Ignorance

"A human lifetime is 80 years long on average. A person imagines and organizes his life with that span in mind. What I have just said everyone knows, but only rarely do we realize that the number of years granted us is not merely a quantitative fact, an external feature (like nose length or eye colour), but is part of the very definition of the human. A person who might live, with all his faculties, twice as long, say 160 years, would not belong to our species. Nothing about his life would be like our – not love, or ambitions, or feelings, or nostalgia; nothing."

The Mirror of Time

Yesterday: The Mirror of Time, anti-abortion, being caught for taking illegal photogaphs, having bodyguards as a result, deleted photographs, nasi lemak, IMM, HK cafe, shopping, the supposed long journey home. When we strip away the layers everyone is the same, no? Is a fetus considered living? If so, why aren't those who abort charged for murder?

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I have been having random thoughts this whole week: Mathematics is full of patterns, that must be how formulas are derived and miraculously they are able to fit into any problem; when someone is missing, does it mean that nobody can find him, or simply that he cannot find himself; there is a limit to the extent that you can know someone; lost and found, found and lost.