Everyday Woes

Haven't written in a while!
Well, life's the same. Sucks like always. We all have the same woes. We love someone, who either doesn't love us back or not the kind of love we desire. And we're either thin, fat, short or tall. Or there's the internship we wished we had. Or the college we didn't make to.Pick your woe!
The fact that I'm writing about it, means I suffer from it. And not just one, but all of the above listed ailments. Teenage, I tell you!
I should be studying for my business test right now, but who cares? I'll probably pull an all-nighter and finish.
Getting back to my whiny land, why can't life be simple? Why do we need love at all?
I thought blogging was addictive. My blog is so uninteresting. I prefer facebook to this place. Guess, I haven't discovered the magic of blogging.
So, I'll sign off until I'm inspired enough to write some more crap
Adios!

Memories

And just when you thought your life is empty, you shut your eyes and memories galore!
Memories play a very important role. For someone like me, who literally lives in the past, memories are all I have. Good or bad, they're mine!
Here's a poem about memories by Noel Coward. It's titled, "Nothing is Lost."

Nothing is Lost
Deep in our sub-conscious, we are told
Lie all our memories, lie all the notes
Of all the music we have ever heard
And all the phrases those we loved have spoken,
Sorrows and losses time has since consoled,
Family jokes, out-moded anecdotes
Each sentimental souvenir and token
Everything seen, experienced, each word
Addressed to us in infancy, before
Before we could even know or understand
The implications of our wonderland.
There they all are, the legendary lies
The birthday treats, the sights, the sounds, the tears
Forgotten debris of forgotten years
Waiting to be recalled, waiting to rise
Before our world dissolves before our eyes
Waiting for some small, intimate reminder,
A word, a tune, a known familiar scent
An echo from the past when, innocent
We looked upon the present with delight
And doubted not the future would be kinder
And never knew the loneliness of night.

For Starters

The whole idea is to communicate. Our entire life is based on our ability to communicate. And yet, we underestimate the power of good communication. I don't want to sound like a Professor right out of college. But the past few days or maybe months, I realised that I hardly communicate my feelings. Which brings me to the second issue: Trust. So, who should we trust? Is there a thumb rule?
The reason why most of us, or let's just say why I don't communicate is because I don't trust and I'm not sure if people care.
But I guess I will talk now.
So here's to a start!