Creating Excuses /Giving Explanations

I was talking to a cousin about how people react to blogs, and she told me that a friend of hers had said her blog had no substance. Putting aside her anger at the comment, I was prompted to think about how people always tend to compare. Not very recently (I think I’ve mentioned this already) someone told me my blog lacked passion. He gave me the link to the ever-so-famous blog Baghdad Burning and told me to read it so that I could improve. I read the blog he told me to, and having enjoyed it, kept the link so that I could go back to it. But I didn’t learn much. I was telling the cousin of mine that I didn’t see how my blog could have a passion similar to that in Baghdad Burning.

Spending me time- M I lovin it?

‘Five day weekend. Wow!’
Think again. Not ‘wow’. Not ‘wow’ at all. Three days is fine, four is also okay. But five? Are you out of your mind?!?

After two hectic days spent doing work for Baba, I decided to do nothing today. Absolutely nothing. Only, It’s not as fun as I’d think it would be. i’m too lazy to write my diary, and waaay too lazy to do work. Aaaah! I feel like I’m the laziest thing that happened to Mother Earth.

Anyways, I’m still wondering how Roma seems to always be happy (not always but still). I think I should go from spending time doing nothing to doing something which will make me get to know me and my recent issues.

I’m off.
Maichyang

The Best Valentine’s Day EVER!

V Day. It was raining all morning, and i hated the fact that the rain wet my specks and i suffered poor visibility. Well, after an overly long assembly, I went to the locker room and opened my locker (I hadn’t locked it on Monday because my friends had taken the key and gave it back right before I left school) to find a card and chocolates. WOW!

Love Poem

This poem is not about love
It is just a poem
about the good love poems
I wrote
when I thought
I loved you

This poem is not
the sixty seventh poem
I’m writing about you; it is
the first I’m writing about
how stupid I was to have thought
I loved you

This poem is not about
how good it feels
to be in love
It is about how stupid it feels
to realise, after so long, that
it wasn’t love. 

I cannot write this poem
because writing it
will make me feel stupider still
to have written about
something that didn’t even exist,
or to have mentioned it so many times.

Of Bonds and Betrayal

I trust you to use your judgment, but I can not be sure that your judgment is right. I can trust you to say nice things, but I do not have any way of finding out if what you say comes from your heart. I am assured that you will try to be there for me, but whether you will be there with me, I do not know. I can trust that you want to see me smile, but I have a feeling that you may hide the truth from me so that the smile lasts a bit longer. I can trust you to listen, but I cannot assure that you will have heard me. I can make you promise you’ll never try to be distant, but I cannot make you keep the promise.