Just a little to the right, and upwards a bit,
Would we ever really have a perfect fit?
Always unsatisfied and up for so much more,
Never caring about what life is really for,
Take a moment, ponder the reasons,
Why everything comes in and away like seasons,
Why life keeps kicking you when you’re already done,
With hopes for the best and good and getting none,
Dissatisfaction is an infinite form of disbelieving,
In the power of God and the dark cloud with the silver lining,
Hinder your doubts, for inspirations there’s no need to look too far,
The Creator would show you that your life is perfect the way they are...
Oh hideous hideous hideous. Sorry I'm not good with words but I love writing poetries. So shove it off.
Anyway.
What would that feel like? You know, achieving the peak of happiness (ignore the impossiblity)? I mean, I've had several high points, but I tend to remember the lowdowns more. That's just so integrally me, and I'm not trying to become a pessimist.
Well, when I do feel elated, I hope I could express it in words, like William Blake did:
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity at the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
RANDOM THOUGHT: With the best of intentions and His name before anything, everything's within reach!
Or at least that's what A said.
Jun 21, 2008
Jun 20, 2008
First First First Blog
So here's the deal:
I made three fervent attempts of posting my first ever blog, and this is the one which actually made it. Looking back, I did not know what was so much of a big deal, I mean, it's only blogging. What could possibly be so hard about posting?
My cheeks were burning at my first attempt. I caught people peering over and I tried very hard to block their view. I knew they were trying to make it difficult for me, and they succeeded. My Maths teacher gave me the final straw, however. He mused, 'Malu2 lagi', and I was off. Never again. However the others were making such hustle and bustle about a normal person of my age getting my feet wet at these things - social networking stuff...
Now that I contemplated over that matter, I figured that they did not find it unusual, although there's something about this selfparading thing that bothers me. Is it weird, being afraid that one's easily-swayed personality might actually be plunged into the unhealthy world of social networking.
So let's draw a line. Avoid the bad stuff and keep my nose clean, and I may actually benefit from this. Moderation is key.
Like I said, it's only blogging, so what's the big deal?
I made three fervent attempts of posting my first ever blog, and this is the one which actually made it. Looking back, I did not know what was so much of a big deal, I mean, it's only blogging. What could possibly be so hard about posting?
My cheeks were burning at my first attempt. I caught people peering over and I tried very hard to block their view. I knew they were trying to make it difficult for me, and they succeeded. My Maths teacher gave me the final straw, however. He mused, 'Malu2 lagi', and I was off. Never again. However the others were making such hustle and bustle about a normal person of my age getting my feet wet at these things - social networking stuff...
Now that I contemplated over that matter, I figured that they did not find it unusual, although there's something about this selfparading thing that bothers me. Is it weird, being afraid that one's easily-swayed personality might actually be plunged into the unhealthy world of social networking.
So let's draw a line. Avoid the bad stuff and keep my nose clean, and I may actually benefit from this. Moderation is key.
Like I said, it's only blogging, so what's the big deal?
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