Posts Tagged ‘ Reconstruction ’

School- Excuse, Addiction- Reality

When my school started, I had shortly posted on my blog about me being busy throughout so I could give concentration to my studies. It was true.. temporarily. After the first weeks of school, I was finally back in sync with my previous year’s lessons. Since the job was done, I couldn’t wait to use the computer and come back to blogging, I had all the time in the world to do so until I stumbled upon ‘SIMS 3’. Okay, I didn’t stumble on it, just that I had laid my hands on the CD. I did not expect this though, but I found myself allured to the game that I started spending every second on it, blaming the school for being busy with work.

I must say, the game really IS awesome addictive!

Addiction is bad. Bad bad. Especially for someone like me who looks forward to chatting with everyone and getting along with his friends, games are miserable hindrances that waste the precious time. Trust me, if you find yourself addicted to an offline game, get away. Treat it like the Boogeyman you used to listen about as a kid. During the month of Ramadan, I could conjure myself four hours of free time on which I could freely use the computer, and from those four, half an hour went to facebook and the latter, SIMS3. This addiction took away the time I had to socialize with my old pals (as I’d call them), who, after a week I finally remembered about. I tried catching up to them and was given a cold shoulder.

It hurt, for real.

Once again today I was playing the game and I got a text from a friend of mine, asking if I were free, I replied back with a simple ‘nah, doing Mathematics’. It was only after the next minute I realised there was a revolt inside me for lying to him. It was right then that I made up my mind to actually  go out and feel the fresh air (of the internet and chat-o-sphere) rather than being locked up like a geek focusing on the computer about how would his barbie doll would fare this week.

Moral of the article: Never ever get addicted to games. It affects your life.

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Blue, Blue Skies – 1st November ’09

This is pretty much random for a poem, just literally describing the state of a person, trapped and his wish to be free ^^’

Lost in the darkness of my mind,
The hollow, black feeling, crushing,
Crushing like waves against the rocky shores,
Escaping the confinement, gasping, wanting to be free
Free as the oceans flow, glide through the skies, slicing,
Slicing like birds, floating carelessly, in the blue,
Blue skies.


The Lone Wanderer

Most of the time, in our daily lives, we tend to link phrases with certain images. For example someone say’s ‘war’ the first thing most of us might get is a battlefield in our mind. Another example, ‘Accident’ might make us think of a car crash. However, I’d like you all to close your eyes for a minute, and see what comes in your mind when you read


Now a few days ago, my friend commented on my article something like “Hone your skills a little bit and you’ll be near Perfection.” Perfection. I was stunned. What is perfection? I closed my eyes and thought about it. What does perfection look like? The first thing that came in my mind was a blank. Yes. The white-ish blank. Empty. Nothing.

I had been slacking off, and I didn’t want to think more, so I clung up to that thought. Nothing at all, is perfection. I discussed it with a friend of mine. When I asked him what came to his mind, I was shocked once again on his answer. “Me being with everyone who I truly love.” I never thought about this. My soul started shaking from the inside, I was so confused about finding the right answer, and this person, this person gave the answer so directly that he seemed as if he had said a flawless answer. Nothing was wrong in that answer. However, there was wrong in me. I thought about it, still I could not imagine myself to be with the ones I love being Everything. When I told him I saw a blank image, he told me to think deeper. It was cumbersome, pressurizing my brain to conjure an image to suit perfection.

I came to step two. It wasn’t just one image. It was a slideshow. Every image similar to the next. I saw an ant on a stem. Drops of dew on a leaf. Feathers of a wing. Even a drop of blood spurting out of a cut fingertip. It was all like my mind was on macro mode. I thought I reached it again, this time, I was on the right track. One more image though, startled me. It was the Galaxy. The whole universe. I found another definition.

Sole, anything is small. Tiny. Worthless. If such small beings co-operate, work as a body, a sole body, they will not remain micro, but be macro. Noticeable. All for one and one for all.

You know, when I was a child (I consider below thirteen as child-hood), sayings and quotes that went about it’s not about what you have, but it’s what you make of it, seemed utterly worthless to me. Rubbish. I thought everything was.. Everything. This time, I found myself wrong. Guilty of the fact that I ignored such deep statements. I understood it. All of it. It was so much that I had to summarise it. To shorten it. I’m not sure if many of you might understand the following sentence, but if you do, I’m glad to tell you that you have reached the true definition too.

Nothing is Everything. However, Everything can never, never be Nothing.

Elaborating on the sentence, here’s a little explained version of it.

It doesn’t matter what you have. If you have nothing and the rest you obtain is worthless, you still have yourself. If you make the best out of that nothing you actually get something! Once you have something it means it’s worth it. It has a worth! Thus, you can make Everything out of Nothing, but once Everything is made from it, what you will have will never EVER be nothing!

This was it. This was EXACTLY the type of definition I wanted. I found what perfection meant. I feel that my lost wanders and my sightless destiny finally has came to an end. For me, this is perfection. Everyone can be perfect, if they want to be perfect, they should give their all!

Quote Of Faith- I

Take the similitude of one who passed by a hamlet, all in ruins. To it’s roofs, he said, “Oh! How shall Allah bring it to life, after it’s death?” But Allah caused him to die for a hundred years. Then raised him up and said, “How long didst thou tarry?” He replied, “Perhaps a day or a part of a day.” He said, “Nay, thou hast tarried thus a hundred years, but look at thy food and thy drink. They show no signs of age. And look at thy donkey. And that we make of thee a sign unto people. Look further at the bones, how We bring them together and clothe them with flesh.” When this was shown clearly to him, he said, “I know that Allah hath power over all things”

The Qur’an [2:259]