Love Life

Have you ever heard the song “Way back into Love” from the OST of “Music & Lyrics”?? There’s this phrase and it goes like this “I need inspiration not just another negotiation” just like that I really need an inspiration to go on with my life, not just another negotiation. In short, a way into LOVE, not the way “back” into LOVE as I have never been into LOVE before, I do have fallen or felt in LOVE thrice, too bad none of it works. One: Never get a chance to tell her my feeling. Two & Three: Both turns down. Well living miles away and never meet the person or might never gonna meet them, I respect their decision. So, here I am, all alone & lonely writing about my FUCKED up life just so, I could feel good about myself (for a change). Ya it really get frustrated sometime not having someone close to me, which I can share a thing or two from time to time, or when you saw your friends talking to their someone (ya I do get jealous sometimes). Okay, enough for today here. Please do check my other blog (www.sidish6.blogspot.com) and comment on it ;D thanks for reading.

On my Journey of Life/Writing.

Every person before he/she turn 10yrs of age realize what they will become when they grow up. I always thought I would become a DOCTOR (don’t laugh). That, of course was just a dream of 9yrs old ME! That dream like all other dream that i dreamt at that time were shattered after I found out that I actually am not very good with studies (academically I mean). After that when I was around 13yrs, I found this book about Brain called "Horrible Science: Bulging Brains" (it was my brother’s copy) that book was such a page turner that i finished reading it in like 1hr or so, that was my first reading experience of a novel (or just say book about brain). It was like love at first sight, I knew it then "I want to be a writer" but I didn’t write anything until (after reading 50books) I wrote something out of my depression.

“My Life”

I was born, I don’t know why?

I got no aim, my life is boring.

Sometime I think about ending it,

But there’s a faint voice telling me to write instead.

So, I’m doing it.

After writing this piece, I feel the blood running in my vein again and I thought “oh, this is what being alive means. I love it”. With my new found talent (my friend says it is) I start a blog (www.sidish6.blogspot.com) where I post all my poem (things I write) so that people could read it and the good part is people actually read my blog and sometime comment on it, which inspired me enough to keep writing and I can finally say “I’m Happy”. I do get depressed sometime but now I just can write it off and make myself happy again. Thanks to everyone who read and comment on my writing and for letting me go on with life, love you all.