I guess blogging no longer excites me. It's been ages since I actively blogged. I've got my kick out of it. Now, nostalgia is all i feel.

I have watched what I consider an obscene number of movies in recent times. Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban, Girlfriend (to satisfy the curiosity of my friend -- we walked out half-way straight into Harry Potter), Troy, Deewaar and Van Helsing in the theatre's. While Last Samurai, Master and Commander, Nine Months, Dial M for Murder, Matrix, The Insider, Schindler's List, Finding Nemo, Toy Story 1, Toy Story 2, Gladiator and The Full Monty have seen me hog the idiot box at home.

And all this with Euro 2004 going on as well.

I feel the values of old have degraded. No longer do I cast an unrepentent eye on what might have been but one filled with lust and jealousy. Whether it's just plain ol' talk or people, I am envelepoed by the need to to hear all and see all.

There was a time I laughed at people such as myself. Thinking as I did then, of what use is lust when you are content in your mind. Now I realise being content is not as easy as that. I even wonder whether being content is the answer to any problem at all. Because if you are content you might as well striving to achieve perfection. Its an odd world indeed. In all the wisdom, I now see drops of foolishness -- mine, yours and theirs.