Thoughts from the Special Guest

"the only tragic thing about writing is that there are so many ,thousands and millions of good work that will never be read or appreciated, the world needs one less writer and one more reader. There are many more bad writing than good writing, spare the world I should, from one more painful read, and open my eyes and mind to save the good ones from the bottomless pit, of books that are never read, never known, never existed... except in the dreams of the lonely author"
-k5-

"A woman's reach should exceed her grasp, or what's a heaven for"

(Robert Browning)

Nagging thought...

"The things you refuse to meet today always come back at you later on, usually under circumstances which make the decision twice as difficult as it originally was."

(by some fella who's name i've forgotten)

Sweet Reminder

Just something I want to take note of….

I am truly happy for what I have right now. My heart is filled with love and gratitude.. as I thank the good forces for being so so kind to me. I have met with constant challenges all my life and there were times where I had lost all faith in myself and believe that things could not have been worse… It was a hard time to be grateful for anything. Then, things got better and better… and begin to see light. The light appeared from the realization that life is full of ups and downs. I want to remind myself whether up or down, I will always be grateful for what I have because life is beautiful, no matter what I read or no matter what people may say.

I continue to empathize and sympathize with those who have to suffer under uncontrollable circumstances… but life is still beautiful and will always be.
I count my blessings everyday to have received abundance of immeasurable love from my family and good friends... and that is why I am capable of giving and reaching out to those in need of love without any expectation of receiving in return…to continue being the person that people can lean on and confide in...to continue reaching out first with love and trust...to continue being an energy giver.
The next time I am down and out, I must always remind myself that things will get better.. to make the best of things no matter what… no matter how hard it may be, because I refuse to be bitter in life or to generate any bitterness from around me, that I will continue to learn to let go. Life may be uncertain.. but what I’m definitely certain of within myself is that I have always have meant well for people.. whether favorable or unfavorable. I will never compromise the goodwill and faith that I have within me for anything…

Anyway

The Paradoxical Commandments
by Kent M. Keith


People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.

If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.

If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.

The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.

The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.

People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.

People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.

Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.

Light My Fire

I’m fighting fiercely with the urge to smoke a cigarette at the moment and I’m thinking of ways and means to go some place and be alone so that I can enjoy one. But, I’m not going to do that. It is moments like these that I start to wonder how the hell did I start smoking in the first place. It is a habit that I don’t take home with me as I still live with me mom and dad, who, strongly believe that apart from it being damaging, it is also just not proper for young women to smoke.
I wouldn’t say that I had been improper for that long, but I sure do know that the longer I enjoy this excruciating pleasurable habit, the harder it will be to give it up.
I use to despise the smell of smoke from cigarettes and wonder how anybody could pick up such a habit. I knew it would be something that I would never do. I also now know that things you once said can have a way of turning around and gnawing you back in the arse.
With down to two sticks a day on average now for the pass month, I believe I’ve done pretty well for myself after trying countless times on kicking the habit to the point of being pathetic occasionally. A few days ago, my lighter, which was in my pocket, took a plunge into the toilet bowl and drowned. I’m a woman. I suppose you can roughly guess how that happened.
I was cursing like mad… not because I had to picked it up, but that I could no longer use it. It was like any ordinary el cheapo lighter that you could get at 7-Eleven. But being the sentimental fool that I am, with a tendency to horde little things like these, it sure was my favorite. It had a smooth way of lighting up and I never had to (zip?) it twice. I find that something becomes especially precious and special to you, when only you can see the beauty in it, whatever it may be. Yes, even a freaking lighter.

Of nothings and somethings..

This is only my second post, and already I’m trying to imagine how I’m going to actually keep up with posting something every alternate day, or two posts in a week for that matter. Then again, does it really matter?
I really think blogging could be a form of therapy. I love the idea that I can say the first thing that comes to my mind, the simplest and tiniest of things that made me happy and feel alive today and throwing questions that no one have answers to into the great void.
I’ve seen some great work of blogs and have been inspired by they’re writing and art. Although I would like to be able to inspire people one day as well… I’m no great writer, and don’t even come close to being a good one. I probably haven’t gone through enough with life yet to be able to share experiences, wise words and wisdom. I’m just contented with rambling about nothing at the moment.
Speaking of rambling, I was on the phone with a good friend the other day and we realise how we were basically talking about… nothing. "Nothing", meaning nothing really substantial or worth pondering on. I mean, people are always talking about something. But, we were just yacking about whatever we read in the papers that day, how her car was failing her, how my blister hurt…etc. But it felt really good that I was talking to a friend who I knew cared that I was her friend, which made all that rambling about nothing meant more to me than so many somethings.
Which is why I don’t give jack shit if what I’ve said here made sense, or rots in future posts for that matter. I’m sure I’ll be forgiven.