Saturday, July 01, 2006
To reader : This blog is actually my personal space, my place to piece my thoughts. Any critiques and other a,kfuhkajhksbv is purely coincidental or with no intention on hurting anyone and anything. I do not want to restrict myself to write only 'nice looking' stuff that pleases everyone. No, I'm not a hypocrite. However, do not use this blog to judge me. I write this with my heart, and not my mind. But it is my heart, mind and soul that makes who I am, thus.
Hey sunshine,
An exerpt from "The journey" by Ro. K.
" As she walked down the alleys and crossed drains, she passed buildings of a hometown so nostalgic, it overwhelmend her. Darkness that overshadowed her and coldness of the midnight that enveloped her. How could so much unhappiness be masked with laughters filled with warmth? She walked on, not knowing what was to come, where was to be.
As she took her step for the 50th minute, a surge of emotions overpassed in her soul. She felt the spacing between herself and the rest of the world. Her family, her companions, her life. Why did Saikcheron and his beau took a step out of her life when they knew how much she needed them? Perhaps, through this, she learnt independence, or much more, angst, jealousy, hatred, scorn, bitterness, envy. The vicious cycle, in her mind, the people who stepped in, creating nothing but chaos and more emotional pain, stabings of throngs. Betrayal and all alone, she hated whatever friendships she spent so much time giving to, and ended up as the former.
She saw herself, all dreaded down, combed, surged. Heaviness, she collapsed, with all the physical, emotional trenches that made her who she was. She died.
*****
The woman fluttered her petite eyelashes, unaware of the surroundings. She felt light, and there and then, new life was given to her. The woman walked away from what seemed and was a portrait of scars and scorn, she was strong once more"
A nice story isn't it? It's really meaningful, you should try reading the book too. Perhaps, you'd learn to stop being selfish and cause the death of others with your actions and words. I did and it's your turn. Many a times, we get so caught up in our world that what's left of us is just one word "me". Take a look around, it's the people around us that makes up our world. Lend a helping hand before expecting a hand to be extended out to you. If you see your brother and sister in a holl, reach out, and love.
Time is ticking. What are you waiting for?
With this, may sunshine days make up your life, for now and always.
the time is 3:59 AM
To reader : This blog is actually my personal space, my place to piece my thoughts. Any critiques and other a,kfuhkajhksbv is purely coincidental or with no intention on hurting anyone and anything. I do not want to restrict myself to write only 'nice looking' stuff that pleases everyone. No, I'm not a hypocrite. However, do not use this blog to judge me. I write this with my heart, and not my mind. But it is my heart, mind and soul that makes who I am, thus.
Hey sunshine,
An exerpt from "The journey" by Ro. K.
" As she walked down the alleys and crossed drains, she passed buildings of a hometown so nostalgic, it overwhelmend her. Darkness that overshadowed her and coldness of the midnight that enveloped her. How could so much unhappiness be masked with laughters filled with warmth? She walked on, not knowing what was to come, where was to be.
As she took her step for the 50th minute, a surge of emotions overpassed in her soul. She felt the spacing between herself and the rest of the world. Her family, her companions, her life. Why did Saikcheron and his beau took a step out of her life when they knew how much she needed them? Perhaps, through this, she learnt independence, or much more, angst, jealousy, hatred, scorn, bitterness, envy. The vicious cycle, in her mind, the people who stepped in, creating nothing but chaos and more emotional pain, stabings of throngs. Betrayal and all alone, she hated whatever friendships she spent so much time giving to, and ended up as the former.
She saw herself, all dreaded down, combed, surged. Heaviness, she collapsed, with all the physical, emotional trenches that made her who she was. She died.
*****
The woman fluttered her petite eyelashes, unaware of the surroundings. She felt light, and there and then, new life was given to her. The woman walked away from what seemed and was a portrait of scars and scorn, she was strong once more"
A nice story isn't it? It's really meaningful, you should try reading the book too. Perhaps, you'd learn to stop being selfish and cause the death of others with your actions and words. I did and it's your turn. Many a times, we get so caught up in our world that what's left of us is just one word "me". Take a look around, it's the people around us that makes up our world. Lend a helping hand before expecting a hand to be extended out to you. If you see your brother and sister in a holl, reach out, and love.
Time is ticking. What are you waiting for?
With this, may sunshine days make up your life, for now and always.
the time is 3:59 AM