Live it Right

Life is about making Something out of Nothing at all. If you're able to do that, you're able to do Everything.

Painted Life

Life is like a flower, painted to perfection, yet at the end it wilts, fragile as it is, only the stem left unbroken.

Fallen Leaves

Like the autumn leaves, we fall at times, only to find ourselves blown away by the wind, and thus we reach yet another place.

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Archive for 12.2011

A Post Without Image

Confession to make

I have a confession to make,
I'm tired of dressing up,
Tired of constantly having to make myself feel pretty,
So as not to feel intimidated by all the pretty people,
Tired of having to seek for attention all the time,
Hoping that people will notice me,
Why do we have to do that?
Why do we have to be like that?
I'm tired of always trying to be pretty,
Every girl loves to dress up,
Loves to be told they are pretty,
But who can really tell who's really pretty,
You see all the pretty faces,
On the billboard, on the posters, on the magazine,
Are those people who we call pretty?
And are we not pretty enough ourselves?
Why do we stress so much on the outer beauty,
When so little people have what they call the inner beauty.

For now,
I realize I lack of that inner beauty,
One might be able to look pretty on the outside with the help of some make ups,
But how can one really be beautiful from the inside?
And only those who cares about you can truly sees how beautiful are you within.

Hmm, note to self, I don't wanna be some pretty face without a beautiful soul,
I wanna be pretty with a beautiful soul,
I guess to do that, I ought to learn to be independent 1st.

P/S: Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder after all, [E.g. To me, a girl smoking is just so ugly, I have no idea why, but I just feel so.]

Regards, Enaj.

A Post Without Image

Take Love as a Fool

I often wondered how could some people change partners like they change clothes.
Is it not love they felt in the first place?
If it's not, then why? One after another,
Even though I know very well,
They take it as trying on clothes,
If it suits you then it's alright,
But it doesn't, then just change it,
But that concept is just so wrong,
If we try too many clothes without buying,
Won't we at least feel guilty?
For wasting people's time,
For wasting our own time?
People do not have to serve us,
They are only doing it out of obligation,
It's the same thing when you're with someone,
That someone don't have to play along with you,
It hurts when that someone is serious and you are not,
But somehow, they take love as a fool.

Good idea, I could write a poem with that title,
Anyway, that's someone's else problem, not mine.
You know sometimes you feel the strain when you quarrel,
It always happens, I always felt there will be a strain,
But somehow, he makes it all dissapear,
I don't know how he did it,
But he made me assure there wasn't the strain,
Even if there is,
He always tries to mend it instead of making it worse,
I guess I should be trying my best not to strain our relationship too. Hehe. xD

Okla, so long for now, thought I update since I neglected this blog for awhile.^^
XOXO, Enaj.