Dear you

Dear you

Hello there. How are you doing? I'm sure you've been great from all these times. I'm sure you do.

I just wanna ask you. Don't you know that everybody loves you?

When you don't realise it, you simply don't feel it.

But I just wanna tell you, everyone loves you!

And maybe, am I one of them? Nobody knows.

Thank you :)

Dilemma

You know it well, that music has been a passion of mine since I was a young kid. I love music, I love listening to music, I love playing music, especially classical music. I would say that I am weird, because when other boys love rock/pop, I have a different liking to classical music.

But it is your difference that makes you a different and unique person.

So well I am now caught in a dilemma, whether to let or don't let go my band life as I enter my polytechnic life. It is truly a different way and outcome I have because I have always think that I will join band in polytechnic, even after I have left my secondary school. I did not imagine that I am thinking of this solution. Of this other option of leaving band.

And I totally don't understand why I made this option. Firstly, my main reason to whether I should not join band is because of my fear of not abling to cope with my studies. Well Biomedical is not something easy as I have heard. So that's my main concern.

Another concern is my talent and skill. Even though I can play the clarinet and/or the flute, I fear that I will be one of the lousiest player in the band. Well this is what makes me wonder the most. Why do I have this feeling when my main purpose of joining the band is to enjoy music? To pursue my passion and dream? Why do I even have to feel inferior to others?

I guess the word to describe this is politics.

Oh well I'm in a dilemma for these few days and it's kind of screwing my mood. I'm thinking and thinking and thinking to the solution of this dilemma. And hope that one day I will find the solution to this dilemma. I hope I can get a solid answer from myself.

Anyway this is my first post with my own laptop in this blog. Okay that was random. See ya.

Music is a huge part of my life. I have to think this with a huge amount of consideration.

Paranoia

Sometimes, well, I'm sure everyone here hates the above tittle. It basically means the feeling of fear that something is gonna happen, without having a concrete proof that it will happen. Well what can you do, sometimes this just go to you. Bang. Paranoid.

Well, I'm such kind of person. Sometimes it just comes to me like in a sudden. And yes I terribly hate this feeling. And sometimes this feeling can go so strongly that it just "takes over" me. I'm learning to cope, and trying to get over with it.

Hopefully writing will help me to get over with it.

Well I can't blame myself or anyone else. I've been having this since I'm quite young. The fear. But well, hopefully I can get over with it, and just let it go.

So well, I pray, and I hope, that this feeling will go away quickly, forever.

And the only way, is to keep believing.

As one saying goes, run towards your fear, and embrace it.

So, let's run!

The rain - Short poem

Right, so I thought the sky was about to cry.

But now it gives me a smile.

I don't know whether I should be happy

Or I should just simply heave a sigh

For what I wish for, didn't come by.

The blistering weather, hot and boilling

Like a melting pot of iron, bubbling with vigor

My sweat beads, flowing like a river

With the sweltering heat wave, I plead

For the weather to cool down happily

Where's my breeze, where's my blue sky

With that lovely wind, and birds that fly

The bliss I seek, the heaven and paradise.

Where are everything, that always seems nice?

Well, I'm waiting.

PS: It's really hot here

30 stories

30 stories, I have written.

With my own minds and my thoughts.

Some blabbering, some truth.

Some inspirations, some rants.

More to come.

In this imperfect life of ours :)

Happy 30th post.

Destiny

The rain is residing now, and the sound of the rain drops is disappearing. I'm listening to a music, and the sound of a character from the TV. Today I realised some things in which one can't decipher so easily. Including me. It's amazing when we realise something out of pure blankness and pure sudden.

Well this afternoon I asked myself. Why am I doing this right now? Why am I doing that? Why will I be doing that in the future? One answer, my destiny. Well isn't it true? Like whatever happens, that's your destiny. And destiny is different from luck. It happens and that's your destiny.

So I came up with a line.

The moment we're born, is the moment in which we know that we are no longer truly free in this world. Because the moment we're born, we hop onto the ride we know as destiny.

It's quite true to most of us. If you come and think of it, when we are still inside our mother's womb, when we're still that tiny clump of cells that hang inside the uterus wall, when we are still a zygote, we never, and we did not know anything about the world. We did not know anything about what's gonna happen to us.

But when we're born, somehow everything changes. Because we, will gradually know about the world and our life. The imperfectness, the suffering and everything.

That's why we are no longer free.

Isn't it?

Desolation

She sat down quietly as the wind chimes rang a peaceful melody. The wind, blew like soft silk brushing against her cheek. Her face, wrinkled and old. Her body, small and weak. Then came her dog. She patted him and a smile appeared on her face. A smile she always gave to her only companion for the past three years.

Her house was small and cramped with many goods laying around the floor. Her wall was covered with pictures of her children, her youths and most prominently, her wedding. It had been three long and lonely years after her husband left her forever due to a heart attack. She could remember how painful she felt during his funeral. It was as if losing her own most valuable jewelery in which she endeared the most.

The wind chimes rang again. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen and began preparing her lunch. A simple and noble dish of sliced carrots and cabbage stir-fried. She sat alone on her table, waiting for a company that she knew will never come to her. She began munching her food little by little. Picking up the bits and pieces of food that dropped on her table. She did not realise, that she had been trying to stabilise her hands, which were shaking.

As she finished her last bite, she walked towards her house' door and sat down, enjoying the afternoon breeze. Her dog beside her, sitting down, as if accompanying her. She gave a heave of sigh.

And the wind chimes rang again.