Sunday, January 30, 2011

Insomnia

i am tired but cannot sleep,
i've even tried counting sheep,
i close my eyes and count to ten,
write my thoughts down with a pen,
bury myself in my pillows,
shut my door and close my windows,
off all lights and tune out sound,
roll up and down and all around,
put on some Jay-Z and did a dance,
tried to sleep, but not a chance,
then i thought that i should pray,
thanked the Lord for my day,
shut my eyes and did not peep,
finally *yawn*, I went *yawn* to....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...


Monday, January 24, 2011

Challenging Change

The wise words "change is constant" is something that is often heard. It's something that is easy to agree with but hard to do. When someone needs a change, its simple to nod heads and say that that person needs to do something about their attitude or decisions.

But secretly, its something we hate. Let's face it, change can be so sudden, so surprising that it takes us off guard. And who would like that? Whether its moving houses, getting in/ out of a relationship, switching Cornflakes for Weetabix for breakfast...change is pretty much abhorred.

So, unbeknown to ourselves, we try to keep things as intact as possible. We would think twice before getting a new haircut and thrice before cutting back on sleep or sharpening our time management skills or doing sit-ups. :P

Change is like cod liver oil. It tastes horrible but it may do you good. Sometimes even when the change is bad and you think that your world is crumbling around you it makes you tougher and more immune to things. Of course, we'd have to use our discretion and sift out the good, absorb it and dispose the bad.

It may come like a train crash, it may come as a soft breeze in the wind. If we don't change, then we can't learn. If we can't learn, we can't improve. If we can't improve, then we'd be our boring old selves. And that just plain sad..

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Ah, the Virgin Post

I'm not new to writing. In fact, I've done it all my life. It's what I knew to do best, next to reading. It's a part of me. My very first piece of writing was when i was eight, about some bears in a garden. My mom has an embarrassing paper to prove this. If I can fit all the work I've written over past years, it would probably be a year's worth of posts.

I'm not telling this to be an arrogant prick who talks about what she likes doing best. I'm just saying that I have plenty of exercise working with words. After all, an author or writer is not unlike an agent for actress or singer. In that way, I'm an agent for words, organizing them, thinking of ways to arrange them best to attract an audience.

I'm not going to say I'm a good writer. I have no idea if I am. But I can say this. I love writing. Sure, I lack the self discipline to come up with 5 posts a week replete with citation and photographs :P I'd prolly write a post a month for the heck of it. Hey, a creative outlet is a creative outlet, right?