in the eye of the beholder.

A pity there are too many beholders already.

I really hope there's a difference somewhere, somehow.

I always harboured the general notion that people are solidatory creatures. Let's face it, every problem faced by everyone is faced by everyone else alone. Yes, it's true, friends and the people around us are there for us but seriously, define 'there for us'? In the end, we are sent to the trials of the problems on our own. Whatever happens to us will never affect those people who gives us support and advice during the tribulations.

Being the only child, I suppose there are many times where I fended for myself, well, emotionally-speaking. Hm, I seldom discuss problems with my parents through the process of growing up. Although I understand they have gone through the same adolescent years before, but sometimes, I just think that in their eyes, the only problem of a growing child in Singapore seems to studies, studies and more studies. That is which I cannot really deny but I can deny that it ain't all. Humans can be pushed to learn things under the pressure of circumstances. By hiding behind my wonder wall that I slowly build brick by brick, I realized that some things or feelings can be minimized or maybe even forgotten.

The little puppet show displayed upon the wall becomes an everyday event; one which I've gradually learned to live with. It's been there for so long that it's gotten comfortable already. How many really understand the real me? H*ll, do I even know myself??

Or so I thought...

After stepping into Australia and beginning a whole new phase of Life, I've begin to have a different outlook on many things. Truth is, I still have my little skeletons prancing around in my closet but I don't think that is going to be flushed out anytime soon anyway, so... jux screw it. I can feel my little fantasy world situated in my imaginary mind becoming tainted with a bit of realistic hue. It's a little scary to see or feel this change in me 'cos sometimes, I just don't want to take the risk. I can see myself feel a sense of dependence upon others; in a way where I feel better in the presence of others. Gradually, a need for others and company constantly nags at the base of my mind...

Independence appears to be such a strong word.. but really, it is just a simple matter of taking the {in} and throwing it out. Unknowingly, I've been smashing my bricks one by one, allowing the light to wash over this dark corner of the hart... once again. Sigh.. acknowledging the need or dependence for others makes quiver with weakness while at the same time.. hm, I don't know, another unknown feeling comes into the picture as well.

{In}dependence upon others..

Sigh... what a strange entry this is.

Yupyupx, I've just watched finished 美丽人生 (Beautiful Life). I understand that it's a pretty dated Japanese drama but what matters is that it is all good. I like the fact that despite it having a generalised sad theme, there is still a hart-warming feeling that Life can be beautiful in its own strangest way..

"No matter what kind of Life one has, one will always have the strength to be happy.."

Really..? Really.

I particularly liked the ending and felt it topped off the drama in a perfect fashion. ( ^o^)//

I'm in your future...??
Yes, in this... beautiful Life. (^o^)