When We Were Beautiful

It has past. Exam is finished. It feels now like the calm after the storm, the end of the world's destruction just like in 2012. And now I'm sitting here with a nose running faster than Usain Bolt, trying to think up of things to type out here.

I've always told myself that if possible, I try not to make posts in my blog about me. Why? Because it is so typical for bloggers to put sooo much about their narcissistic selves. What I ate for my lunch. What I did to waste 5 hours of my time. Please. What is in your stomach, stays there and who would want to know how boring you were back then?

I would like people to blog about something that really matters. It's not a standard everyone must adhere to, but at least write about something that interests people. Talk about something interesting, some events you had, how nice people were to you, what you think of this and that.
Blogs are more meant to speak what you think, not what you were doing.




And here we enter a time warp...that separates the above text from the coming one below. Yes, my friends. It took me a month to post it up. From November to December. Guess I just didn't have the mood, with holidays, gaming and stuff.

A lot of things have happened during the holidays, and I'm not really sure how to post it all up. It might have been fun, it might have been worrisome, and it was a little out of everything. As I sit here typing all this, I still wonder what actually to fill this blank space of blogging. A type a sentence. Pause. Type again. Think. It has never been this hard, wonder what's going on.

Have you ever had moments where you wished that you can experience how people were feeling then? Peering through people's memories by blogs, somehow we get this feeling that we wished that we could enjoy the splendor of company. You feel envy. Maybe it's a sign of loneliness, that we want a sense of belonging. A sensible person would know how to handle it but never be able to shrug it off completely. Somehow one would feel he wished that he was in the comfort of the friends he wanted to be while the friend was having fun without him.

Have you ever had moments of self-reflection? You just think about yourself. Not narcissism like i mentioned, but thinking about why we act that way. Not many people can think of themselves in an analytical way. "We aren't robots or sheets of data", so say people, but failure to analyse yourself is failure to understand yourself. It could be about anything, like why would I get so angry and always lose control to seek revenge? (example) If identify this problem of this and calmly look into it like a normal problem, hey, don't we feel better in the end? An eye for an eye makes everyone blind, yet I wear glasses. :D
Wow that just sounded like Oprah. :S

Sometimes I do wonder how I get the inspiration to wiggle my fingers over the keyboard going 'Tap, tap' on the keyboard to write some stuff like this down. I find music quite inspirational. Some nice music, meaningful lyrics to bring some tone into writing work. Music is my key generator. Haha.

But another side, I feel somewhat tired to post stuff here. I mean, come on, who actually reads this. A person or two? You gotta be kidding me. You can say no, but it shows man. They say assumption is the mother of all f*** ups, but it apparently happens in everyone. It's easily assumed that the posts here won't...



get far.

Saturday, November 21, 2009