MOVED.

I love you xanga, but i must move.

It's been 5 good years.
It all started when i was partly influenced by rubberbeam. ( whom i haven't seen for N years).
And this blog accompanied me through 3 break-ups, 2 major exams, thousand heartbaches and certain questionable periods.

I love you xanga. It's been 5 good years.

I reassure all you good people out there that i will keep xanga as it is. They are my memories, and reminders that I should never experience any heartaches anymore.

Hello blogspot, I hope it'll be another 5 good years and the years beyond.

www.artcyk.blogspot.com

It's 3.27am. I'll start blogging on blogspot once i wake up 10 hrs later.

I don't remember anymore. and I don't wanna be left behind.



For a moment just now, I couldn't remember the surname of my good friend at all.
Well, I still can't remember now.
But it still feels odd for the fact that we've spent some time together before.
That was so long ago.

Then, it occurred to me that there were actually so many things that i didn't remember anymore.
Those things were once so dear to me.
And they have now disintegrated to zero.
nothing,
not even a vivid image.

Many memories are now blurred images, associated with probably a phrase, a gesture.

Is it something bad to forget?
Maybe i didn't forget at all.
There were just stashed somewhere inside.
Or were they really over-write by some new memories?

Everybody's changing.





I like this anticipation before change.
But i must know the change, i must know the outcome and process of change.
And so will the feeling of the process, the transition excite me.
But once i reached it, everything seems so mundane and boring again.

Reliance is unhealthy.