I guess it's pretty obvious these past few days I've been feeling a bit lazy (well, more than a bit lazy...and definitely more than a few days, but a girl can be in denial, right? XD).
It's just that...it's so quiet. And sometimes, I don't even know what to write anymore.
Like any bloggers (or any aspiring bloggers) would do, I often checked on my followers. And I never realised that I don't really know more than half of the followers there. And I am really grateful. Truly.
I don't know how many of them actually really 'follow' my posts, but I don't care. I know a lot of you are busy, and just don't have the time to spare. And when you do read, you want to read something that's worth your time.
But I do wish that when you do read mine, you could write a little something in comment.
Because I want to know about you. (For this matter, special thanks to Kathy; you've done an awesome job! Love you.)
I just admire and envy those successful bloggers like Flourishing In Progress and Writing Out Loud and etc. so much!!! Their blogs are just so often full of life.
So today, whoever's reading this, I want you guys to tell me, what is it that you guys want to read about? Talk about? Indulge in?
And remember, this isn't just about me, it's about you too.
On a final note, thank you guys for all your support.
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
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Hope...?
Hope is such a magical thing.
I've spent almost two decades of my life, feeling unwanted. Worthless. A nobody.
Yet...I kept believing that one day...one day this would change. It would be better. Hope.
My faith wasn't ever there strong though. At times, I doubt myself, and even more so as the years progressed.
But last night, I felt so special. I felt wanted. I felt...that for once in my life, I was important to someone. That I bring meaning to someone's life.
And it felt good.
Looking back, there was one point in my life that I almost stop believing.
Almost everyday, I thought of killing myself because there's just nothing to live for anymore. There's nothing to believe in.
But there is.
And that is why I never did it.
Because, no matter how bleak it seemed, there's always this tiny piece of hope that I clung on and would never let go.
Because there's always this short, tiny moments of happiness that made it all worthwhile.
And just because it happened before doesn't mean it'll never happen again.
So keep faith. Keep believing. Keep hoping.
I've spent almost two decades of my life, feeling unwanted. Worthless. A nobody.
Yet...I kept believing that one day...one day this would change. It would be better. Hope.
My faith wasn't ever there strong though. At times, I doubt myself, and even more so as the years progressed.
But last night, I felt so special. I felt wanted. I felt...that for once in my life, I was important to someone. That I bring meaning to someone's life.
And it felt good.
Looking back, there was one point in my life that I almost stop believing.
Almost everyday, I thought of killing myself because there's just nothing to live for anymore. There's nothing to believe in.
But there is.
And that is why I never did it.
Because, no matter how bleak it seemed, there's always this tiny piece of hope that I clung on and would never let go.
Because there's always this short, tiny moments of happiness that made it all worthwhile.
And just because it happened before doesn't mean it'll never happen again.
So keep faith. Keep believing. Keep hoping.
Thursday, 5 July 2012
Uncertainty
One thing about life is the uncertainty.
And it's endless. The uncertainty, I mean. Just when you think that something's finally done, you can get over with it, and <BAM!> another thing quickly comes up, or that the thing you think is done is an unfinished business yet.
And that pretty much sums up my life.
Things just keep moving around me. Fast. I guess it could be a good thing, but I'm just plain exhausted. Most of the time, I just felt like quitting.
Unfortunately, you can't quit in life. Either that, or you're gonna have to suffer. Like in hell for an eternity. Ok, maybe I'm being too sarcastic and using metaphors? Which is weird. But, I'm just too stressed and flustered to care.
In a way, this world is like a hell. So maybe I'm not too far off the mark somehow.
Sometimes, I wonder all the stuff I'm doing is for myself. I mean, sure, I want to be successful. Who wouldn't be? But am I enjoying what I'm doing? I can't say that for sure. There's this one quote that forever kept stuck onto my mind after I read it. Or especially so at this stage of my life.
"You can't be successful if you're not happy."
I certainly can't say I'm happy with what I'm doing now, but then doing what you're happy with doesn't guarantee success either.
I definitely can't deny that the stuff I'm doing right now, however reluctant and unhappy I am doing them, are helping me grow up. But I'm not happy either. It just keeps feeling like I'm forcing myself to do it, and it's just not my best. And the worst part is, it just make it all the much harder.
I loved putting some sort of inspirational advice at the end of the post, because it gives everyone hope, but most importantly, it gives me hope.
But I really can't do it for this post, when everything's just so uncertain.
Maybe you guys can give me the hope instead...
And it's endless. The uncertainty, I mean. Just when you think that something's finally done, you can get over with it, and <BAM!> another thing quickly comes up, or that the thing you think is done is an unfinished business yet.
And that pretty much sums up my life.
Things just keep moving around me. Fast. I guess it could be a good thing, but I'm just plain exhausted. Most of the time, I just felt like quitting.
Unfortunately, you can't quit in life. Either that, or you're gonna have to suffer. Like in hell for an eternity. Ok, maybe I'm being too sarcastic and using metaphors? Which is weird. But, I'm just too stressed and flustered to care.
In a way, this world is like a hell. So maybe I'm not too far off the mark somehow.
Sometimes, I wonder all the stuff I'm doing is for myself. I mean, sure, I want to be successful. Who wouldn't be? But am I enjoying what I'm doing? I can't say that for sure. There's this one quote that forever kept stuck onto my mind after I read it. Or especially so at this stage of my life.
"You can't be successful if you're not happy."
I certainly can't say I'm happy with what I'm doing now, but then doing what you're happy with doesn't guarantee success either.
I definitely can't deny that the stuff I'm doing right now, however reluctant and unhappy I am doing them, are helping me grow up. But I'm not happy either. It just keeps feeling like I'm forcing myself to do it, and it's just not my best. And the worst part is, it just make it all the much harder.
I loved putting some sort of inspirational advice at the end of the post, because it gives everyone hope, but most importantly, it gives me hope.
But I really can't do it for this post, when everything's just so uncertain.
Maybe you guys can give me the hope instead...
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